How do you really see me?
Through the camera lens that adds 10 pounds and distorts my colour?
Through the rose coloured glasses that take away all of my faults?
What about the carnival mirror that changes my shape and features?
Am i beautiful and important?
Or simple and plain?
Do my looks really matter?
If i was truly ugly would you love me just the same?
Am i the bestfriend?
The object of your affection?
Do you really know how you see me?
Does it really matter?
Does your heart skip a beat when i enter the room?
Do you even notice?
When i laugh do you smile?
Or do you cringe and think i'm annoying?
I could try and interpret the things that you say.
But to be honest i'll just never know.
I wish that you knew,
So that you could tell me.
Really who am i to you?
When you whisper you want this, and your eyes tell the same.
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