I see you looking at me
Look at me, what do you see
Your eyes caress my every curve
You take in my every blemish, tattoo, piercing
I see you looking at me
Look at me, what do you see
Brown skin beauty, body just right
Bold, confident, sex pot, little me
I see you looking at me
Look at me, what do you see
Flexible, talented, strong, vivacious, me
I see you looking at me
Look at me, go on tell me what you see
Desirable vixen being all I can be
The object of your fantasy
Tell me is that what you see
I see you looking at me
Look at me, but you don't see me
This is not who I want to be
Your weekend entertainment
Exposing some of me
I see you looking at me
Look at me, let me tell you what to see
Long days and lonely nights
All the hardships endured in my life
I see you looking at me
Look at me, I'll show you more of me
Liquid courage, it's not confidence you see
This is not strength, it's the fear you don't see
Go ahead, look at me
Tell me what you see
Do you see my pain, my loneliness, my strife
The bitterness and emptiness I bury down inside
Look at me, look at me, see the misery of my life
I see you looking at me
Look at me, what do you see
Do you see stripper, dancer, a lady of the night
Do you see mother, daughter, some man's wife
I see you looking at me
Look at me, what do you see
What you're watching is the illusion of me
I see you looking, keep looking
Would you want to be me?
I have of late taken the view that no matter how rebellious, unconventional, non-conformist we would like to think ourselves, we are at some point always part of a similar grouping of people. We are never truly leaders, but followers. Followers, I prefer to refer to us as sheep; because at one point or another in our life we are all sheep. This is a place to express myself, vent my frustration with the sheepdom, and relieve my boredom. It is my therapy for all that contributes to my neurosis.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
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