Look at me

You look at me,

What do you see?

What do you think?

I know what society thinks,

They think I'm that blonde, masquerading as a brunette.

A bimbo in a shelf full of wonderbread.

A fake in the crowd.

Faking to fit in.

Me.

But I know who I am and what I can do.

You may not agree and that's fine with me.

But I don't care what you think.

I only ask to know how you speak, speak your mind.

Tell me what it is you think, so I will know, like me.

That you are faking, but for you it's not fake.

Because what you are is a disgrace

Dont look at me now, don't even try.

You may not like what you see.

And guess what?

That is fine by me