And behind all this smart armor, do you see I truly am just a goof ball inside waiting to bust out and be herself....

Do you see that when I walk away I feel like I am dancing and laughing because I just feel like crying because I can't seem to find people to stay with me in my life?

Do you see that my father isn't around not because he doesn't want to but because he has to be working, that he is happy when I go see him?

Do you see my life in pieces? Do you see I am too strong to cry, that I have to keep the pieces together always so tight?

Do you really see me?