Proof

This is not the sum of me
the little bit you've seen.
You judge me as an innocent
without knowing where I've been.

I'm IT girl of the evening
brown haired green eyed thing
while underneath this surface lives
a vital, growing being.

At end of day I force myself
to recount all that I am
a lover and a fighter
a daughter and a friend

A romantic and a dreamer
bad with what I spend
burned but a believer in
the beauty in all men

I write and read and fantasize
sometimes I rage
I can feel a freedom some days
others I feel caged.

Is it just too much to ask
to be seen in 3D
to want to be a whole
the whole picture you should see...

But as I get frustrated
bang my head against the wall
I realize in my anger
its not you I must convince...at all

I'm working just so hard to prove
assumadly for you
that I am not a waste of time
there's worth in what I do

But I realize now
I'm only scared and trying hard to show
because the one I must convince
is Me, I now know