Look at me
What do you see?
Do you see the image I keep?
Or do you see what is underneathe?

Do you see me as the good girl?
With dreams about changing the world.
Or do you see the darkness within?
The part of me that just wants to give in.

Do you see me as the Jesus freak?
The person who's faith is never weak.
Or do you see what I struggle with?
Trying to determine between fact and myth.

Do you look at that smile I carry everyday?
And think that I am happy in every way.
Or do you see the emotions bottled up inside?
That part of me that has died.

Do you think I am just waiting for the right one?
That maybe one day I will marry a doctor's son.
Or have you realized my orientation yet?
And that I have done things in my life that I now regret.

I do not know which side I want you to see.
Do I really want you to know the real me?
Should I continue to try and hide myself away?
Just to make everyone happy for another day.