If I Were A Book

Would anyone give me a look If I were a book, Or would my pages be unread Because of lies others had said. Would you read my leaf Or would it bring you anger and grief, Would you read any of my pages From my life and the different stages. There are so many chapters Full of pain, betrayal, lies and laughters, It is a true biography It is of me. Would you look at my cover Or over it would you just judge and hover, Would you give it a bad review To all strangers and everyone you knew. My story would you automatically dislike My book would you hate and strike, Or would you send it to Maury Even after not hearing my side of the story. Randy L. McClave