Would You See

If I just stood there,

Would you see me

In all my brokenness and beauty?

Would you see

My struggles and troubles 

And a past that's stamped with a seal of pain?

Would you see

My wishes and dreams

And my hopes for a carefree future?

Would you see 

The invisible teardrop rolling down my face

That holds my doubts and insecurities?

Or

Would you see

Only the plain features of my face

The traditional blue eyes

And lips so red and full

They must be begging for a kiss.

The makeup under my eyes 

Thought only to attract.

Would you see

Straight hair framing my face

Like a picture for you mantel.

Would you see

Who I really am?

Or 

Would you see 

Only what you wanted to see?