Do you see?

What is it you see when you see me? A girl? A person on the street? Someone you would like to meet? Am I defined by my clothes? Or how I fix my hair? Does it matter, do people care? Am I a pretty face that just passes by? Am I any different to a stranger? Am I like a lone ranger? Do my friends even know me? They know my name. But do they know my shame? Who am I really? I am a cat lover, a dreamer. But at times I am a schemer. Is it obvious when I am down? I hide behind a smile, But I can’t hold it after a while… Do you see my smirk? When I lay in the dark I got a bad side, dangerous as a shark. Perhaps I am less stable than I seem. The shows I enjoy… And those stories, oh boy! But no, that is not me. I want to be kind and sweet. That is the person people see when they meet Me.