… But do you?
You say you see the girl with the glasses
The one always talking about books or reading them
You say you see the kind of person I am
But do you?
You see your daughter
I honestly don’t what you see
But do you really suppose it’s me?
You say you see your sister
Do you actually see someone
Worth looking up to or someone
Who doesn’t seem to care?
You say you see a girl who laughs
As much as she talks
You see she’ll complain ever now and again
But is that me that you see?
Do you see her struggling to
Keep herself together battling
Things that plagues her thoughts
Even things she doesn’t understand?
Do you see a young woman who’s fighting
A feeble fight, swimming with the current
And not against it, going with what they think
Is right for her
Do you see that? Truly, you do?
You say you see me, but do you look past
The mask that hides the storm beneath?
Did you think to wonder about what I think about
About the things I don’t ever say?
Do you judge me by the person you think you see,
Can you comprehend how dangerous it can be?
Do you see the girl that hurts
From the pressure of expectancy?
You say you see me
But come on, do you seriously
Think it’s really me?
© Devina S.