I'm not an open book-
but a clam shell that shuts up and never says a word.
You will never understand what I try to hide.
I'm not an an open book-
I crush your fingers in my pages and don't let go.
When I do you won't come back again.
If you do return I'll just say that
you can open me up but you won't see all.
And you won't come back again.
First poem here, and it describes how I find myself feeling sometimes.