How do you see me?
What is it that you want from me?
Is it my smile that you want so thoughtlessly?
Is it my words of advice that you take for granted?
Is it my hand you hold like an accessory?
Is it my struggles that you ignore?
Or is it my repression and tolerance that you so adore?
Is it my quiet mutterings that you think are cute?
When the subjects I speak of are so often mute
Is it my ambition which you often shoot down?
Is it my feigned boldness, even when I set my eyes to the ground?
Is it my body, to which I'm confined?
Is it my quiet thinking that traps me in my mind?
Is it my imagination vast and wide
That paints a bleak picture of the experiences I hide?
Do you love me for my pain?
Or am I just a doll and you're a child who wants to play?
Do you love me for my flaws and quirks?
Do you love me for my expressions and words?
Do you love me for the actions I take
Do you love me for the things that I make?
Or are you staring at this body that will change
Are you longing for these bones before they might break.
I'm only a human with this body and mind
And it can all change
Will you still claim me as 'mine'
What gives you this love? Is it envy? Is it shallow?
Do you think going any deeper
That I can be handled?
