Look deep into my eyes,
tell me what you see.
Who do you think of,
when you think of me?
Am I the sweet one,
the loyal, faithful friend?
Or do you just use me,
am I a means to an end?
Am I the forgotten girl,
the one that no one can see?
Or do you spend your nights
awake fantasizing about me?
Who do you think I am?
Do you even really know?
There are so many sides of me,
but only a few I ever show.
