All That Glitters

I am a book with a cover of glitter and gold an object of pure admiration a character that's bold a glamorous entity a star about to unfold, but you cant see through me and my story is untold. If you took off my covers then what would you see my page of black and a soul that's not free, bound by threads they captivate me. The early chapters of the tale depict an inerasable past, chiseled out by misfortune over which sorrow is cast, so, to cover up the pain I wear my glittery mask, it's so very easy, I smile and make the smile last. But when I trow away the covers that I so craftily mould, and forget about my mask that's worn out and old, and cant find all the warmth in a race that's so cold, that will then be my rebirth and my story retold.