I am a book with a lock and key,
the key of which I held to myself.
The cover, I was happy to let you see and read,
but even I myself didn't unlock it to see,
the complexities of which I was composed.
But after a decade I find myself,
with the book unlocked in front of me,
commiting plagiarism for all to see.
And now suprised,
you find you never knew me.