I am beautiful,
But not attractive,
Tall,
But mad short,
Very intelligent,
But real average,
Strong,
But weak,
Understandable,
But unpredictable,
Straight forward,
But mysterious,
I am flawless,
But damaged,
Meek,
But short tempered,
Loved,
But hated,
But I know where I’m going,
But somehow I’m misguided,
All together,
But I see fragments of myself everywhere,
A lady,
But I swear I see a child
In that the mirror,
Making myself known,
But isolating myself,
Knows every crick and cranny about myself,
But I’m to scared to find out this monster that is
inside of me,
Self-assured…
Well I’m not…
I don’t know me,
What I’m capable of,
How much power I hold,
How much anger I have,
How much pain…
How much I’m damaged,
I mean.
Everyone knows how to comport,
How to control themselves.
I can’t.
And I don’t know how…