Sealed Sad Stories

I'm a sealed book,
I contain sad stories,
Written in old and fragile papers,
But nobody ever knows,
Nor read any of those,
Because,
I'm covered with colourful paintings,
Just on the front of my cover,
And i put a happy and funny synopsis,
Just on the back of my cover,
Readers will consider me as something amusing to read,
Just at a glance,
But they can't ever read me,
Nor know any real thing inside me,
Because i told you,
I'm a locked book,
Tho i have an amusing look,
No one ever have the right key to read me.
No, don't judge me first,
Dearest readers,
I never lie about anything,
Nor about how i look,
And how i feel,
Because i never show you,
How i really am,
And how i really feel.
But i never regret my self
Of being completely unknown,
I guess, that's what mature people do,
They won't share their problems to anyone,
Nor tell their sad stories to anyone,
Because they know for sure,
No one can really fix them,
All the mature people do
Is keeping their own problems for their self,
And carry their own burden,
No matter how heavy the burden is,
They won't let anyone carry some,
They will only let others know they're fine,
And continue showing only the happy part of their stories.
I know for sure,
All i need is someone who have the right key,
To open me,
And perhaps that someone have the ability,
Of writing happy stories,
With some great contents,
For the rest of the empty papers,
Deep inside me.