Wanna know the real me?
Then take a closer look.
There is more behind the cover,
Of this newly tattered book.
Please take the time,
To read each and every page.
I know its hard to see,
Since the words have begun to fade.
Please ignore the wrinkles,
And the inky stains of the past.
Please ignore the diamonds of sorrow,
That fall from beneath my transparent mask.
Please look past the singed pages,
Yes, i know its hard to believe.
Since the adhesive that held me together,
No longer binds me.
Please understand the reason,
That I have you take a closer look.
Because there is more to me behind this cover,
Than a old, torn up book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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