I look at you and see.

a person look at me,
unsure of what she’ll be,
she assumes her eyes deceive.

Won't listen to her vision
Misconception for a livin.
Her perception isn't vivid.
Opinions become twisted.

Confused but she believes
that she’s better as a we.

Singular is scarier,
than living life naive.

Oh the things she could achieve,
success and reach her dreams.

*But dreams start *inside that heart worn on your sweater sleeve