I’ve been told that it really doesn’t matter,
It’s what’s on the inside that counts-
Then reality rears its ugly head.
At times I weep endlessly,
Longing to be THAT person- the person I’m supposed to be in my own distorted vision.
I look in the mirror with such disgust,
I am not disillusioned- I know what I see.
Sometimes I work harder-
Sometimes I give up.
At the end of it all-
Will I ever be me?