Who do you see?

When you look at me,
Tell me what do you see,
Do you see a perfect, happy girl?
Cuz thatâ??s not what I see.

What I see in the mirror,
Is a girl with tear stained cheeks.
I see a girl so bottled up,
Her feelings in her face.

No one takes the time to look,
Deep into the eyes,
Because there lies all the secrets,
From what is left behind.

Cries every night,
Sheâ??s a sink that wonâ??t shut.
As the tears fall to the floor,
With a little plop, plop.

During the day sheâ??s as fake as the rest.
Puts on a happy face,
So as not to be ashamed,
Of the life she has been gave.

If you wonder who this girl is,
And could she really be?
Look no further,
Because that girl is me.