Tell me who you see,
The person inside of me.
I see a girl-
trying to find her way,
Lost amongst the daze.
But above all,
I see just another insecure person-
Who'd rather be somewhere else.
Id rather be hiding in a dark corner,
away from all the pain.
I hate the crowds,
The noise,
And feelings of displacement.
But I can't let anything go.
Lies,
Cheats,
Issues,
and Friends.
I just push through it all.
I see things clearly-
and can't help but say,
all the things going on.
Some of my friends would call me psychic,
If I told them everything.
I can tell you how you feel
Before even you know it.
I can say if it'll be a good or bad day.
Though I try to keep it under surface,
sometimes it may seep.
But that's me!-
Even if it's not,
The most perfect of personalities.