How can I disappear?

I hide in the back woods to be by myself
I try to be the last book to be removed from the shelf
I don’t know why it feels so good
To be ignored
I still want my story to be explored
I pray for one day someone notices
the book with the price-tag untouched
I notice others like myself
never taken by someone else’s clutch

Sometimes I wish to be a book that is read over & over
But I could not handle being torn on the cover
Annotated
Highlighted
Bookmarked
Carried Everywhere
Borrowed
Ripped
Taped
Bind Broken
Coffee Stains
I would be garbage by then
No one else would want to read me
but the one who bought me first
That would be how I disappear

Collecting dust sounds nice
Soft, Silent
Story still pristine
Nobody would throw me out if I were written clean
That would be how I disappear

Author Unknown, Cover Unseen.