I don’t open up very much,

But I don’t think it’s my fault.

I was once loved and highly sought after but

Now I’m simply not.

I feel as though they’ve seen all they want from me.

They act like I’ve given all I can.

What they don’t realize is if they gave me a chance, I would open them up in more ways than one.

In my youthful days, I told stories of new adventures.

I was unpredictable, fascinating, never dull or drab.

But they used me and used me until they were blasé 

To my lessons and insights that I gave and gave and gave.

No one cares to hear me out, though my words are freely offered;

No one needs to hear the past when they’ve written about the future.

Even on the outside, you can tell I don’t feel new.

For my pages are folded, my binding undone.

They judge a book by its cover, and disregard me as outdated,

Oh, if I could shout I would tell them that they’re wrong! 

The past isn’t dead, history set in stone,

When books like me are alive and well, just wishing to be read.

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Written by

Daniela Lanning

Daniela Lanning, junior, loves both writing and reading because she feels that words allow people to express emotions and ideas freely with the rest of the world. In her free time, Daniela loves to sing, play the guitar and ukulele, go to the beach, listen to music, and spend time with all her favorite people in life! She is passionate about reaching out to others and learning more about how to understand those around her. Her favorite author is Robin Jones Gunn.