Today is one of those days
Where I must force myself to
Who I really am
And what makes up my
Soul and my
Take away the make-up which is my mask
Strip me of the clothes and leave me
Raw and naked.
Shave my hair so I can't hide behind it.
What is left?
Not the idea of me
But the real me.
Dismiss my multiple names
And my several personalities
And watch the truest elements of me squirm around like
There is desire;
For pride, admiration and warmth.
There is love;
For myself, friendships and the universe.
There are scars;
White lines, and the ones deeper than skin.
But despite all of these things, I add them up and wear them like armour.
Though I may fall
And seem so small and fickle
My core will always stay the same
So a note to me;
Girl, just enjoy life a little.