Do you see me?
Or am I just a canvas for you to thrust yourself upon?
Am I just as pretty and full of personality?
Or do I pale in comparison to the beauty that becomes her?
These things that swirl through my mind, words coiling like a snake ready to strike.
See me as you wish too, blindingly gorgeous with no one to compare me too.
See me as you hope too, mind-numbingly witty in a verbose world.
See me as only you can, with your eyes, your mind, your hands, your heart.
See past me, through me, into me.
See all of me.
See the good, the bad, the ugly, and the unusual. See the deepest darkest most hopeful me.
Just see me.