20 October 2012
Thinking of myself I seldom do Not to say I'm selfless for that Is surely false
But thinking of myself I find I'm quite angsty A little bit down Or maybe just angry, Pissed at the world Just like most of my friends
I wonder how you see me, My only picture a Script of print
Maybe long black hair Flung over one eye Or maybe real short With colors galore
Maybe I'd be flipping you off Or maybe I'd run from the cam Maybe I'd be hiding my wrists Or wearing car parts as rings
Stereotypes are everywhere, Even over the web A simple word makes pictures That we try to understand
Just who is it that I'm talking to? The question of the year
How Do You See Me? • Opuss № I