Who I Am To You

When you look at me, who do you see?
Do you see the fat girl you can't stand to look at,
Or the sweet soul so ready to be found?

When I sing, what do you hear?
The words of a song other's have written,
Or the words my heart can't speak alone?

When I draw, what do you see?
The picture I drew in pencil,
Or the lines I drew in blood?

When I laugh what do you hear
The sound of slight enjoyment,
Or the pain echoing in the background?

When you think of me, how am I depicted?

Who am I to you?