I'm a closed book
You can see that I smile  
But it doesn't show that I'm suffering.
The words that you spew at me,
Tears out my pages.

I desire to hide my existence
For eternity and see tranquil nothingness
But my world is covered in filth
Those monsters call 'me'
This world drenched fear of being unread,
And torn.

I wish for something to carry me away to a place
Where society doesn't brand you.
Where you are not alone,

My world awaits for my arrival within this hard cover.