Here I am. It's me. Standing right in front of you. The girl you've known so long; almost three years now. The girl you think you know so well; better than almost anyone. It's me. The girl who doesn't dance very well; who lacks a certain rhythm. The girl who cannot sing, at least not in front of a crowd. The girl who can't let go and has trouble being free. The girl who seems so shy, you never know what's on her mind.
Here I am. It's me. Standing right in front of you. You look into my eyes, deeper than most ever try. Your gaze makes me believe that you really do see me, the girl you think you know so well. But is the girl you see really me? Or is she the girl your tinted glasses make me out to be? The things you see in me are true. But they are only pieces of the puzzle; most certainly not the whole picture. Take off the glasses and you're mind will be blown by what you find.
Here I am. It's me. Standing right in front of you. The girl you don't know at all. The girls who loves to let loose on an afternoon drive or in a cold mountain stream. The girl who would drop everything just to go on a crazy adventure with you. The girl who's wittier than you'll ever realize because often it's over your head. The girl who doesn't need to be crazy, because she's comfortable with herself . The girl who can get along with anybody as long as they can get along with her.
Here I am. It's me. Standing right in front of you. But I won't be here for long if you can't learn to see me right. I won't be here for long if you can only see the qualities I lack instead of the ones I possess. If you can't love me for me, the real me, not just the one you see, then I will no longer be here, standing in front of you. Take off the tinted glasses or watch me walk away. There you'll be. Just you. Standing alone as I walk away from you.
