I am here. Do you see me?
Or these lines on my face that make me look much older than I am?
Do you see the distant look in my eyes as I remember my youthful days?
Do you see my tired smile as I attempt to please you?
I am here. Do you see me?
Do you see the old weave on my hair looking like a dirty mop?
Do you see the cheap makeup running down my cheeks as I cry for you?
What about the cheap perfume that makes you sneeze?
I am here. Do you see me?
Do you see the tight high-heeled shoes I have squeezed into?
Do you see the size 34 dress I am seriously hoping to fit into someday?
Yet I am a size 42? And you remind me daily?
I am here. Do you see me?
Do you see the sweat on my face after an attempt at exercise?
In the desperate hope that you won’t go after younger women yet again?
Or that you won’t make fun of me with your friends?
I am here. Do you see me?
Do you see the ''fong kong'' Prada bag I bought last week?
Or the ‘gold’ chain that looks rusty even though I put nail polish countless times?
Do you see the crooked earrings?
I am here. Do you see me?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the love of your life? Or a pale shadow of someone from your past?
Or someone you would rather not know?
I am here, do you see me?
What do I have to do to get your attention darling?
Do I have to be like the lady in that glossy magazine you are always staring at?
Or do I have to smile more, talk less?
I am here. Do you see me?
Am I not sexy enough for you?
Am I not beautiful, attractive enough, intelligent enough for you now?
Am I even in your thoughts at all?
I feel I am invisible. But I AM HERE.
DO YOU SEE ME?
Or these lines on my face that make me look much older than I am?
Do you see the distant look in my eyes as I remember my youthful days?
Do you see my tired smile as I attempt to please you?
I am here. Do you see me?
Do you see the old weave on my hair looking like a dirty mop?
Do you see the cheap makeup running down my cheeks as I cry for you?
What about the cheap perfume that makes you sneeze?
I am here. Do you see me?
Do you see the tight high-heeled shoes I have squeezed into?
Do you see the size 34 dress I am seriously hoping to fit into someday?
Yet I am a size 42? And you remind me daily?
I am here. Do you see me?
Do you see the sweat on my face after an attempt at exercise?
In the desperate hope that you won’t go after younger women yet again?
Or that you won’t make fun of me with your friends?
I am here. Do you see me?
Do you see the ''fong kong'' Prada bag I bought last week?
Or the ‘gold’ chain that looks rusty even though I put nail polish countless times?
Do you see the crooked earrings?
I am here. Do you see me?
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see the love of your life? Or a pale shadow of someone from your past?
Or someone you would rather not know?
I am here, do you see me?
What do I have to do to get your attention darling?
Do I have to be like the lady in that glossy magazine you are always staring at?
Or do I have to smile more, talk less?
I am here. Do you see me?
Am I not sexy enough for you?
Am I not beautiful, attractive enough, intelligent enough for you now?
Am I even in your thoughts at all?
I feel I am invisible. But I AM HERE.
DO YOU SEE ME?