I want to know who I am
Through your eyes
I want to know what you see
When I pass you by
Do you see beauty
Do you see hate
Do you see a girl
Still trying to find her place
Would you see me
The way I wish to be seen
Would you see past
What I'm pretending to be
Would you see the beauty in my flaws
The pain in my smile
If I spill my secrets
Will you still stay a while?
YOU ARE READING
The broken, are the brilliant
PoetryThese are my thoughts and poems. I don't know where they come from, they just seem to fall out of me. (Photography mine as well)
