You are one of those books in the bookshelf, where people randomly see and read you whenever they want to. You are afraid they might not like what they would find out in you. But their disappointments are not for you to carry. No matter what you show towards them not because your intentions are clear and good does not always mean they will see you as one, too. We are different to many people. We are beautiful to some. We are smart and kind to some. We are messy and difficult to some.
Of course you cannot just hide yourself behind other books. But just by reading. People can learn, people discover different ways how to value a book that they thought was not knowledgeable enough. The magic is still there. For they might realize something beautiful in you while reading. But my Love, you prove yourself to no one. You will be happier if you stop caring about what people think about you.
You will be recognized if they appreciate you enough. People kills the meaning of art when they seek too much explanations from it. Too much explanations leads to disappointments. Let them embrace you through their own ways and appreciate yourself more that they can even imagine.
-- Siopao