What Do You See

What do you see when you look at me?

Do you see that girl who’s all smiles,

Who always says she’s good,

Who always seems she has a pep in her step?

Or do you see something else?

Do you see the girl that cries herself to sleep each night,

Who can hardly look at herself, who cannot even fathom her self worth

As she finds herself spiraling further into an all surrounding abyss?

Do you see that mask she so proudly displays, unsure whether it’s herself or you she’s trying to convince?

I ask this question so earnestly since I need you to see what lies beneath.

I need you to see the girl who do desperately wants help yet unsure how to ask for it.

Who feels so alone and wants someone…anyone to see what really goes on under the surface.

So tell me, what do you see?