what do you see
when you look at me?
do you see the boy?
playing with a favoured toy.
the kid with the wicked grin,
yet so innocent, an original sin.
Do you see the man?
down the pub when he can
the type you love to hate,
the type you fall for, call it fate.
or do you see what isn't there
a male, who like most, doesn't care
someone who's there in body, but not soul
someone who really has a heart that cold.
but whatever you see
and what you think is me,
just take your time
and open your mind,
then you will see
what truly is me.