Who Am I?

   Who I am…
        Is clear to the man
      Passing on the street;
           I am a simple girl,
 Perhaps
               Crazy… For I smile to myself
         As I pass by.


Who I am…
    Is clear to the girl
  That I see most every day,
       But who never really sees me…
   I am quiet, reserved
               No one important
                       For sure.


Who I am…
     Is clear to the boy
    Who loves me 'as I am'…
         I am someone Sweet
       Intelligent, and Good
  And though he knows
 I am not perfect
     He still thinks
            I am.


Who I am…
      Is clear to the face
   I never see
        But who still sees me…
        I am one who types
               So eloquently
                   And I express myself
                       With my fingers.


Who I am…
      Is clear to the friend
          The girl I love so dearly
    The one who understands me
         Better than I understand myself…
       But you shall have to 
              Ask her
                   If you want to know.


Who I am…
       I don't know
            It's never been clear to me
    But the façade they see
           Is close enough


…Who am I?
         I'm simply
               Me.
             Whoever that is.