Hidden
Tell me what you see
When you think of me.
Frail and fragile,
Or fearless and fighting.
I’m not a force
To be reckoned with
But just a feeble attempt at
Functionality and survival.
Just a girl with every intention
In the world to make sense
But just painfully misunderstood
And misused.
Just a sweet girl whose heart
Has been abused one too many times.
Do you see me at all?
Do you see what I want you to see
Or do you really see me?
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