Black Book (Grey shaded Thoughts)

I'm a closed book with no pictures outside
Whenever someone tries to open me I tear
I wish I was like others who don't get affected by the rain
and ever changing weather
They are loved and read with care
and admired for their strength
And that I lack because I dwell in the past and it hurts
To see others being appreciated while I remain alone in that hard,
Cold shelf
My trust has been tainted and therefore I rather be alone
and just hold on to what I have
Most of my lines are blank,
but no one is worthy to even draw a doodle on any of them
I am black, and am not sorry for that and
I remember being listen in a black book for misconduct
Peep the irony
I am a closed book with no pictures outside and
inside me remain unfinished thoughts
speaking about my past
my peoples history and the blood river whose tears still flow and the moaning never stops