This shelf built with sturdy wood,
Is my place of abode.
Lonely I stand, bored from lack of usage,
Covered in dust,
And can feel cobwebs starting to build around me.
I haven’t been read in years,
No one even glances at me a second time.
All other books in the library laugh at me,
As they return each day happy,after being read a thousand times over.
My plain brown cover isn’t appealing ,
And my boring title doesn’t give a good description .
I am interesting I know for a fact,
But no one can tell by merely looking at me .
So I hope someday ,
Someone would be brave enough,
To give a try.
Then would they discover the truth in the saying,
“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover”
So don’t judge me based on who you think I am,
But on who I am and who I am becoming .