Sometimes I wonder.
What piece of me did you see?
Did you see the one being quite tuck in a corner,
Or the one you can hear across the room
Did you see the one with close legs,
Or the one the never seem to close.
Did you see the one looking like an angry bitch,
Or the one that can never stop smiling.
Did you see the one walking alone,
Or the one hidden in a crowd.
Did you see the one talking about some new boo,
Or the one always annoyed by a new couple.
Did you see the one who's always hardworking,
Or the one who cannot put down the phone.
Did you see the one holding the door for anyone,
Or did you see the one shoving through the hall ways.
Did you see the one who thinks you're the one,
Or did you see who never notice.
Did you see the one full of pride,
Or the one who doesn't have enough confidence.
Did you see the one who's so sweet that who could never hurt a soul,
Or the one who held a knife against someone's throat.
But honestly,
What part of me did you see.
Because of the things you see on me, are the one's I see on you.
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