These Are The Questions

Look deep into my eyes. Tell me, What do you see? What do you think of when you think of me? Am I that sweet girl I pretend to be? That loyal and faithful one? Or are you just using me? Am I a means to an end? Am I the secret love of your life, The one you can't live without? Or am I just that good time, that piece of trash you'll soon throw out. Tell me.

Am I that mean girl who scares you and scream mean things? Or am I the one being tortured? When you think of me, Do you tell anyone what you think? Am I that girl you forgot a long time ago? Who you forgot her name, Her face and her voice. Or do you spend your nights awake worrying about me and what I'm getting myself up to?

Am I that weird girl, The one you put down? Or am I that girl you cherish, The one everybody calls precious? How about that girl, Who likes to toy with death and tries to spread her hate to everybody? Or am I that vibrant girl who loves the smell of rain and protects everything?

Who do you think I am? Do you even know me that much? There are so many sides of me but there's only a few that I ever show.
What do you think of me now?