And so,

I closed my eyes

and let you see me

I let my guard down

and let you see the real me

-Who I really am

on the inside

I let you see the fucked up 

figure

that I would like to call myself

The bruises,

scratches,

scrapes and tears

that are all my own.  

I let you hear my darkest 

most twisted thoughts.

I let you see me at my lowest,

breaking point.

And so,
I closed my eyes
and let you see me.
And all that I am.
But when you see me?
Who do you see?
Do you see me?
Or someone else
completely?