Thoughts Stored Inside

When You Look At Me

When you look at me,
What do you see?
A friend?
Looks?
Kindness?
Do you see me as helpless?
Worthless?
Annoying?
Maybe you see me as helpful?
Caring?
Selfless?
Selfish?
Or even naïve?
When you look at me,
Do you see a lover?
A hater?
Someone broken?
Lost?
Motivated?
Do you see me as a jerk?
Beneath you?
Overwhelming?
Intimidating?
When you look at me,
Do I cause a reaction?
Is it one of caring?
Compassion?
Dislike?
Could I be more than a friend?
More than just a confidant?
Someone that you could bare your soul to and know that I'll still be there to comfort you?
Do I exude arrogance?
A superiority complex?
Do I come across as controlling?
Do you think of me at all in any way?
If so what's your first thought?
The sweet quite kid?
The guy that's never shaken?
The tragedy hidden with a smile guy?
The failure?
The hopeless romantic?
When you see me,
Do you see the real me?
Or is it just want you want to see?
What do I see when I look at me?
I see all the above...
Why?
Because I see the flaws you point out
Because I know my secrets
Because you make me feel that way
Because I've lived my hell
But mainly,
I see it because I reflect what's around me to mask my true, vulnerable, defenseless self...