What About Me Poem by Anna Davidson
What About Me
I do not see what you see.
All I am is me.
Why do you stare,
Is it something about my hair.
Is it good or bad,
Does it make you sad.
Is it my smile
that makes you want to run a mile
or is it my eyes
that have been betrayed by lies,
What about me.
Could it be how I'm shy
Or how I walk on by.
I'm not that clever
I don't own lots of leather.
What about me.
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