Eyes wide open and I don’t even see myself

What does everyone see in me?

The truth

Something simple;

Blonde hair

Blue eyes

10 fingers

You get the idea

But what about something more?

Something complex

That everyone sees differently;

Beautiful

Kind

Funny

Or maybe the opposite of all that

I can’t decide

So I Let you choose

In the meantime

I’ll look in the mirror

Waiting to finally wake up