See Me.

Does anyone ever see the real me?

Or do they just stare at me with empty sight.
I want to be seen by you.

Please, just look at me.
See the real me.

See the side that is filled with happiness.

See the side that is filled with sorrow.

See the side that is filled with love.
Even see the side that is filled with hate.
Look past the shell that’s known as my body and just






See





The




Real
Me.


Read me like an open book.
And love the soul that resides inside.