Library Card

I am just a book. 
They read me, 

but they are not are not truly interested.
My stories are too complex for them...
A book so easily thrown around 
Because they do not care
About me. 
They scribble on me when
They are bored.
I am just a book.
Often lost, 

but easily replaced.
My pages are damaged and torn,
For I have been used and worn.
A book with a history...
I am always overlooked;
They choose the better books.
The easier ones, the new ones.
The picture books with few words. 
A book they have read a thousand times,
But still do not understand.
A book with no path to follow, no plan.
I am just a book.
My pages are filled but
My words are unspoken.
My favorite parts
Are bookmarked...
My stories have no ends,
Certainly no happy ones.
They are quick to check me out 

and just as quick to return me.
I am just a lonely book on a shelf filled 

with better books that I do not belong with.
Misplaced, lost.
I am just a book.
I need my own shelf. 
Alone, I do not need another book to share my loneliness with...
I am the book that they pick up and put back.
I am the book with pages torn out; missing pieces to my stories.
I am the book with many typos and smudges,
Many errors and mistakes.
The book that never ends,
The book with no breaks.
The one they overlook,
I am just a book...