Opinions Of A Book

My fingers flip through thin white sheets,
As I begin to wonder:
Do books ever get tired of being manipulated,
Or are they proud of the way they inspire?
Do they want to keep their stories to themselves
And self reflect for days.
Do they ever wonder what a bad ending looks like,
And do they ever feel neglected,
If they are left on the shelf for a while?
Do the pages feel sore from getting moved and flipped,
And feel injured when they are ripped?
What do books, or the the parts of them feel,
When they inspire and and judged and praised,
Or torn and left alone and need the comfort of making their own decisions?
How do the books feel when they are read?