Please Return Me To My Shelf

You roughly removed me from the book shelf

And began rudely flipping through my pages,

No respect for the fact that this is my life

Starting at birth, following through the ages.

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What was it that you hoped to find, may I ask

As you stripped me totally naked page by page,

This is my life, my pain, my happiness, my love

My emotions, on each page, from glory to rage.

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Have I disappointed you, as you discover more

Finding I’m a sinner, when you hoped for a saint,

Discovering my demons, sorry there’s no angels

But my life history is for the strong, not the faint.

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Yes you’ve bypassed my romantic stories, why

Were you hoping you’d find love without regret,

Sorry, but these pages hold the authentic me

Parts of life I loved and others I’d like to forget.

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You see, my novel is a non-fiction story of life

It was never meant for you, the faint of heart,

Nor was it ever written so I could be judged

My life experiences are what set us all apart.

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If you cannot respect my stories, my pages

Please feel free to return me to my shelf now,

So I can continue adding pages to my novel

And allow me to live the best life I know how.

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Originally posted on Medium