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Honesty

The way I envision them is how I want to see myself
Beautiful indifference with no regard for anyone else
But that's not who I am no matter how I hard I try
I'm a bleeding heart, my emotions at war inside
My body has never fit the image I've always admired
Perfection is not attainable but it's what I desire
Eyes are portals and I hold a universe deep within
If only my outer shell was the woman under my skin
I contemplate my life and the lives inside my head
Will I always be disappointed for the life I've never led?
I feel so incomplete, an open book with words missing
My half scribbled experiences as scattered as my dreams
I could tear my walls down and try to start again
Or else accept myself and learn to love me in the end