You do not know who I am,
For I have too many layers to count:

I am a strong woman.
With high regards to others.

I am a scared little girl.
Too afraid to face my fears.

I am the one who blends in.
Never seems to be noticed

I am the loudest in the room.
Voice resounding through the space.

I am beautiful.
But I do not make a big deal about it.

I am ugly.
And I don't feel like putting makeup on today.

I am ****.
And I like to wear tight jeans.

I am lazy.
And I can sometimes only bring myself to wear sweatpants

I am timid.
I do not talk to new people often.

I am confident.
When I wear combat boots and lipstick.

I am a writer.
And my words touch people all over the world.

I am insignificant.
And my words often do not make sense.

I am stupid.
I am never the best, always second.

I am a mother.
Natural born that is, and I often take that role with my sisters.

I am abusive.
And I scare myself with my lack of control.

I am a loner.
I need time to myself to function.

I am a scholar.
I love to learn.

I am a procrastinator.
I should be writing a paper about Kennedy right now.

I am a hippie.
I believe in world peace, and I shop at an earthy store.

I am a punk rocker.
I listen to weird music and I like black leather.

I am an athlete.
Captain of the Volleyball and Softball team.

I am damaged.
Sexually assaulted and mildly depressed.

I am triumphant.
I can forgive him.

I laugh at inappropriate times.
Because it seems better than crying.

I am seen.
I am heard.
I am understood.
I am loved.