comforts and consoles, but understands
that a girl like me needs more than just understanding
relish in my sweet suffering,
oh, how i adore you.

call me your good girl,
call me your lover boy,
but do these words reflect me?
or merely my desire to be desired;
to be loved, cherished, adored.

am i a girl or do i like to be praised as one
do pronouns reflect my vessel or do i simply
wish to be the shape thats molded within your grasp,

(hold me, just hold me, don't worry about who i am.)

i didn't choose my name, but it gets the job done
i didn't choose my name, but it sounds good on your tongue
i think i just want to be addressed
i think i just want someone to talk to me --
which words with a slash cause that reaction fast?

am i a good girl? am i a pretty boy?
should i do more, be more, be like them
would it suit your fancy; would i?
who am i, if not a collection of "please" and "yes"

opulent confusion;
so many options but what fits? what do i try on first?
if my perception of how i'm addressed is "it works"
then who is it working for?
am i a girl?
am i a girl? am i a girl?
or did i just like the way it felt
did i just want to be looked at and examined
and deemed necessary ... and loved ... and seen.

god, i want to be seen
but what do i want to be seen as?
who do i want to be seen as?
who do i want to be seen with?
and where should i be seen? which parts of me?
examine me, aren't i pretty?
put me on display; hang me in your gallery

but who am i? who am i? who am i?

maybe i'm just faking it
maybe i'm nothing at all