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.