who do you see?

If you were to look me in the eyes who would you see?

Would you see a little girl with lots of hopes and dreams,
Or would you see a teenage girl who because of her family her heart is ripped at the seams?

Would you see the old me, a baby girl full of bliss,?
Or me now, a hidden emotional teenager waiting for her first real kiss?

If you looked at this “beautiful” smile of mine, what would you see?

A little girl who caught her first butterfly?
Or the pain which underlie?

Would you see a baby saying her first word?
Or a teen who is tired of hearing she absurd?

If you were to look at this curvy body, who would you see in me?

A little girl with scrapes from falling off her bike?
Or a teen with her heart pierced with a spike…

Would you see these blue and black stains?
From shaking and rattling these steel chains…

Would you see these fading light scars,
That the pain barely last longer than shooting stars?

On the outside I maybe a graceful young lady,
But inside my heart I’m a little shady…

I fall way to easily in love,
I never think I will rise above.

All this heartache and pain,
That have made my heart slain.

I cry for help,
Does it come over as something more than a yelp?

Do you see the real me?
Or the old me?

A baby girl?
Or a broken teen?