You're made up of layers
more than a hundred of them
but when you peel a few
they thought they already know you
impressed, appalled to see you
baring your soul, opening yourself
and you find it funny
and you find it kinda sad
because to you it's nothing
like a small scratch on a surface
nothing but just a few layers off
and you have a hundred more to go.

Sometimes
The Girl
I See
In The Mirror,
Makes Me
Happy.

Sometimes
I Swear I
Don't Even
Recognize Her
That Girl.

Sometimes
I Feel Wise.

And Sometimes
I Don't.

Sometimes
I'm Actually
Proud
To Be Who
I Am.

Sometimes
I Feel
Ashamed
And Disgusted
With Myself.

Sometimes
I Love Every
Little
Insignificant
Detail About
Me.

Sometimes
I Pick Apart Myself.
I Look At All
My Flaws,
And I Think
About The Ways
I'd Like To Change.

Sometimes,
I Actually
Love Myself.*

But,
Most Times
I Don't.