Tell me when you look at me
do you see me for who I truly am?
Or do you w i s h
to see me for who you want me to be?
I am not all that you think I am.
What if one day
that comes suddenly
as all days should.
You look at me and find
I am some one new.
Not
who you think I am.
I told you
shown you me.
Given you a piece of my soul.
You don't know me anymore?
That's because you never saw me.
Who I truly am.
For all I am to you has been your imagination.
I have always been,
never less
never more
never fake
never anyone
other then MYSELF
