What Do You Think About This Paragraph?

I am like a book. Apparently boring. Easy to put aside. You don’t notice if it’s there or not, but once you open it, you see, that on every page, I hide a secret, that i’m not like you think. That i’m better than those who put me down. That i have magic, that I hold imagination, insiration, wonder, that i’m filled with mystery and questions that wll never be answered or explained. Except no one know that, only me, because i’m that type of book that nobody reads.