Do you see me?
Can you see the real me?
Of course you see what the sides of me
That I want you to see.
You see the tom boy, the sporty girl,
She watches her teams and plays outside getting dirty.
You see the the girly cheerleader
Who loves to dress up, put on make up.
But' you think that's all to me?
You're wrong
To assume that of me,
I am deeper then you could imagine.
I am the never ending Universe,
You only see a quater of who I really am.
My sides you see are the night and day
of our world .
The unlimited universe.
You think you know everything
About me.
But' can you really see me?
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