What am I to you?

Am I a human too

With hopes, fears, and dreams?

Or am I a project

That is unraveling by the seams?

Am I someone worth

Listening to and understanding?

Or am I just a fourth

Of a person, a culmination of failings?

Does it matter to you

Whether I understand too?

Or is your advice just

A one-way track you can't readjust

If I don't understand you?

Is everything always

Without a middle ground these days?

Always black and white

With no hope to compromise not fight?

What do you see

When I don't agree?

Am I automatically

Engaging in a vice

And being ungrateful for your advice?

Do you see someone

Who thinks before they've begun?

Or am I just a fool

Whom you despair to school?

Do you see

That whenever we

Talk about anything of import

It's like we're in court

Where the other's side is easy to distort.

Do I have a heart and soul?

Or am I only a vessel

For my flaws and mistakes?

Someone who only breaks?

So many more questions

I could ask about you and your suggestions.

But I won't ask them.

These are enough to overcome.

Answer them with your perceptions.

Because perhaps now you see

The importance these have to me.

Because you see,

I don't know the answers when you look at me.