What people see.

When people look at me.
What do they see.
They see a girl always happy.
With a smile on her face, always having fun.
But what they don’t know is what I have done.
The things people see.
That’s not really me.
Im not really happy.
Im never free to be me.
Im lost and lonely.
My heart as cold as ice.
Why anyone would want to get close to someone like me.
That’s over my head, its beyond me.
But its up to them, its their choice to see what they want to see.
To really see what people see.