I didn't write this, but I don't remember who I got it from (in high school over eight years ago).
I really wanted to share it; it speaks to me. So few words, but so much emotion. We all, I believe, here on this site can feel the words here.
as for the cut/past...
I will be posting the same comment for each poem, so that those that have not read any others still get the benefit of the comment. So here it is:

I don't claim to be a poet. But I figure if I can't post artwork (cause, even though I do have some to post, its either a)not anthro b)good, but not enough to get me to post on this site cause I am intimidated, or c)can't get my husband to show me how to use the scanner, and get it to the laptop that shares some files with our main computer (I'm not technically minded).
In any case, again, I figure I can at least post poems, of which I do have, can type, etc...
Since most people do not wish to click on "download" to read someone's stuff, I will also be typing it here, in the description, to give quicker, not need to download, access. They're all pretty short poems anyway, so it's cool.

Me

When you look at me
What do you see?
A girl that's sweet and kind?
Or do you see, in my eyes
An anger that is too hard to hide?
A glow around me?
Or a coldness about me?
Do you see what I want you to see,
Or do you see the real me?