do you see me
or is it her you see
the girl that's happy and very kind
would you ever guess
your always on my mind
do you see who I am
do you see the real me
the quiet one whose yet to be free
the one who cry every night
would you hold me and tell me it'll all be alright
do you see past the mask
that covers my skin
layers and layers but none of them thin
could you love the real me
or just my mask
could you love a girl whose never been unmasked?
could you love the monster, that seems to be me
or can you only love what you see?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem