Don't Judge a Book by its Cover

You read me out loud

Like all my complexities

Can be contained in

Just a few of your simple pages.



You spell me out

As if you can predict my actions

But I will not conform

To your predefined bounds.



You try to figure me out

Like I can be found

Within the content that you write

But I hide between the lines.



You fill up your pages

By deciphering my mystery

That I keep obscured

By my invisible parenthesis.



You have me copy written

So your assessment must be true

But I’ll continue to tell you:

Don’t judge a book by its cover.

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