What do you see when you look at me?

What do you see when you look at me?Do see a girl, busy as can be. Whose smile is wide and colourful to see?Do you see the lines upon my face and watch as I move about with grace?Do you read my story in all its glory and see the mirage I designed to be yours?Do you admire my armour, fashioned in style from the catwalk mile and look on on in envy at all you can see, wishing you were me?Do you see what I see?A fragmented mind, tired over time.A heart full of woe, mixed with fond memories and war.A body working but worn, showing years of wear and slightly torn.Hints of silver whispering through hinting of wisdom but not showing true.I am not what you see.
Not perfect, never to be.
I stumble and fall.
Make mistakes and feel small.
I am strong and I am weak.
Sometimes I am meek.
I have hurt and I have been hurt.
Have been kicked into the dirt.
I have loved, I have lost and I have paid all the costs. I have my flaws just as you all have yours.So what do you see when you look at me?Can you see past the portrait I want you to see?Can you see the real me?(3WDP©ErikaLuke-Green2019)

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