See Me:

Shattered on the ground
Lying broken at your feet

Do you see me?

Do you see me for what I am?

Does my laughter ring true for you?

Is my smile falsified in your eyes?

Are my hopes so blatant to you?

Do you see me?

Do you see me for what I am?

Am I real to you, like she is?

Or am I like the furniture,

useful to a point but useless after that?

Do I have a space in that beating

organ in your chest?

Or am I just another person

to give patronizing smiles to?

Do you see me?

Do you see me for what I am?