Letter to my lover

I am shouting but all you hear is a meek voice
I weep all day but all you see is smiles
I walked a thousand miles and my feet are sore
but still you say my skin is oh so soft.

I am that book that you grabbed by the cover and took home
you didn't even bother to go beyond the acknowledgement
you're so caught up admiring my cover
all you dream of is becoming a lover

I implore you to get to my depths
to know what fuels my breaths
I challenge you to flip a few pages
To read between the lines and to strip a few layers
I beg you to liberate me from the cage of my own veneer.