Judge a book by its cover

She speaks on riddles and rhetoric Few tend to understand Yet, unknowing it is she who has the upper hand Resilliancy and pure will She often feels unseen But she can outwit any man or any machine She has knowledge and knowledge is power She keeps it on her shelves in bulk as it can never spoil She keeps her loyalty to help and knows she will never find another to match her kind of loyal She lives in a world of vertigo it's always flipping right side up and upside down but she is rooted in the dirt her feet planted solidly in the ground She cartwheels through the days in life and bends ever so gracefully A contortionist of sorts in the spotlight of the world, you see She walks the tight ropes and wires high above the clouds Though there's still chapters of her life she will not read aloud. She's whimsical and obscure She is made of finer things From the outside looking in She's homely and serene She knows that sometimes being a wallflower is a great blessing. She lives her life with the words, Never judge a book by its cover", The things that are least eye catching are the best to discover and end up having the most allure It's the little overlooked things in life, that have the most grandeur.