I am deep fried chicken.

The crispy good bits are on the outside:

I'm attractive enough

I'm witty, even funny

Over-achiever

Independent

Do-gooder

Sweet

Humble

But the center, the center is where the juicy bits lie:

I hate my body, even though its perfect

I'm pessimistic and sarcastic, you think me funny

I've been physically beaten when I have been a disappointment

I feel lost, I cry, because I refuse to ask for help

I don't want someone else feeling my pain

I smile to cover my true self up

I don't deserve credit

People see me and are happy, I am great to have around. In reality, I sit and wait to be ripped apart and left stripped as bone.