madi

What do you think when you look at me?
What untrue life have you given to me?
Who, really do you think I am?
When I look at you, I try to see, past your paint and plaster.
To what you really must be.
I try to see past your glossy eyes and make my way to your carefully hidden lies.
But still I wonder...
What do you see in me?
Can you see past my rehearsed expressions, to the trembling little girl with broken dreams, a bundle of horrific empathy.
Do you think you know me?
I say, Fuck you if you think you do, for I don't even know myself. I have not yet begun to break thru the subconcious walls of my being.
So, I doubt you have completed this impossible task, I wonder if I ever will...