I am an open book
But I have pages missing
And ink blotches on certain words
Making them unreadable
My bindings are bent
My seams are spent
And many of my passages are in languages
That you can't even understand
But you'll try anyway
Skimming my table of contents
And the headings of chapters
You've dog eared my pages
Creating creases that cannot smooth out
You've annotated and highlighted my words
You've written in my margins
Words that I cannot possibly erase
You've wasted away
Searching through words you cannot comprehend
But the answer you seek was so easy to read
Because it said plainly
I am an open book
But I have pages missing
It was on the cover
And you forgot to look