See Me?

Do you really see me?
Do you see all that I can be?
Or do you just look?
Read only the cover of my book.
The pages inside are not like another,
Not like the many books with my same cover.
And it is to even say
My cover never twice looks the same,
But the pages do.
What do they look like to you?
Can you see them at all?
Can you read me proud and tall?
Are you like the others?
The illerate fools who wont even read past the cover.
They just sit and guess and ask questions
Then they laugh at me and make up answers
They don't really see me
They never wanted to read.
So my book is forever closed
To those who want a reason to loath.
Do you have the power to open me up?
If you do then thats proff enough
To know i trust thee
To let you really see me.