What do you see?

Look at me and what do you see?

A child of sixteen? Or a woman to be?

Do you hold me in contempt? Or do you have true affections?

Did we have connections? Or was it only corrections?

Did you want to take care of? Or was it only a duty?

Did you mean what you said, when you spoke of true beauty?

Did you want to, try to, or even mean to understand?

Or were you being honest, when my ideas were canned?

When you stopped saying those three words... ... ...

Was there a reason? Or am I being absurd?

Did you want me to try harder? To give my all... ... my everything?

I know it wasn't much, but at least it was something?

Would you be angry if I told you the truth?

Would you listen and understand? Or would you laugh at my youth?

Would you want me to be happy? Would you wish me well?

Or would you spit in my face and condemn me to hell?

Would you give me a choice, my freedom, my space?

Or would you continue to control? Not let go and continue to chase?

Would you open your heart and let me look after?

Or should that bitter sweet smile be given a BAFTA?


If you look at me... What do you see?

A child of sixteen? Or a woman to be?

Do you see the questions in my head?

Do you care? Or do you wish me dead?

Do you see the silent tears?

Or do you see the smile that hides fears?

If you look at me... What do you see?

The person I am? Or who you want me to be?