When people refer to books
They say the damaged ones are loved
That the torn pages and smudged words show that it has been read over and over
And that its personal value is greater than one that is flawless
But I've never felt like a book
My damages reflect my neglect and my hurt
My tear stained cheeks and my wounded heart have never caused me to feel loved
Or appreciated
When you run your hands over me
Like you would a book
It's never for my benefit, it's for yours
You tear at my heartstrings and smudge my emotions
But it's never caused me joy
My dents and scratches only hurt
Please don't treat me like a book