People do not see me.

To them, I am a source.

I am ink and paper,

free answers, no remorse.

Many eyes pore o'er me

as if I were not there.

Ink is blind to the world,

and paper does not care.

They also have no mouth,

no mind or voice to speak.

Only what is written

can the hungry eyes see.

Alas, the book has ears

but cannot fight back

when those hungry eyes

an answer do attack.

The pages try to cut,

that is all they can do.

Hungry eyes leave unharmed,

book ripped and torn in two.

Ink and paper must rise

above the bullying eyes.

Someday they will find

Another book of their kind.