I'm just a book on a shelf.

I'm just one of hundreds.

I have my own story to tell,

But my cover isn't appealing to you.

You've scanned over me,

But you always move on.

You go for flashy,

You're attracted to exotic

You only like bright and colorful.

I can't change my looks,

I can't change my story.

All I can do is move on.

I'm just a book on a shelf.