Look at Me
I want the world to look at me
The way I really want to be.
They see a perfect Christian girl,
I see a girl without religion.
They hear no vulgar words from me,
On occasion, even I let loose
A word or two that may abuse.
They think me calm and kind and cool,
But according to my short fuse,
That is the farthest thing from true.
I want to be seen.
To be seen as myself is the greatest thing.
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