What is really me?

What do you see

When you look at me?

The dark hair?

My sometimes vacant stare?

Or do you see 

The girl they want me to be?

A girl without a care

Who is anything but rare?

What do you hear

When I speak loud and clear?

The words I thought

And for so long sought?

Or the mocking tear

That no one can cheer?

Or a girl who can't be bought

And for every word has fought?

What would you do

If you knew the girl in front of you -

The one who does so lead

Who you folllow without heed?

The words I speak are still not.through,

And everything I say you take to be true,

But as a tumbleweed starts as a seed,

I am not a girl who can be treed.

Reviews

[mattefox]

I really like this traditional style of rhyme, it makes me almost nostalgic even though I wasn't around to experience it haha. However, I believe you are concentrating too much on the rhyme that you are almost excluding what you really want to say??

[journaling_thesp]

I was finding that everything was fitting like i wanted it to until the last stanza when i realized how much more i wantsed to say but how few words were actually working for me.... even without rhyming actually lol