When I'm alone it's different...
It's dark
I'm inconsistent
Some days I'm happy with me,  how I look, what I see
And some days my disappointment in myself brings me to knees
I fill up with anger,  tears begin to surface

When I'm not alone I find myself trying to cover my flaws
Pretend that I don't spend my free time looking at these 4 walls
I force both sides of my mouth up to try and create a smile
Knowing that the confidence I put on would only have to last a while.