What does she see? a poem What does she see, the girl who looks back at me ~~ The girl who walks behind me made of where the sun is gone What does she see? They say we wear our best qualities on our backs Others see them but all they do is weigh me down like a 3 hundred pound boulder Does she see the joy or the boulder The girl who walks behind me What does she see? The girl who stares back at me in the shiny looking glass What does she see? My greatest fears My greatest faults Covering my face with the mask of society Hunched over the faucet crying shoulders wracked with sobs What does she see? The girl who ripples in the puddles after a rainstorm What does she see? My bright yellow rain slicker rain streaming down my face rain or tear? Here in cruel, cruel Washington It happens so often I don't know anymore my boots are slowly filling up with rain and my mind is slowly filling up with pain Pain and tears and rain What does she see? The girl who watches me when I sleep when I think and when I daydream What does she see? My secrets My evil My untold truths She sees and she listens Does she judge? Does she accept? What does she see? These girls who stare back at me Who listen in perfect silence What do they see? Who does she see? Which version? She sees me? If you ever meet her, be sure to ask. And to tell me, because I don't know any more. ~~ End.
