The man is in the mirror,
Or in my case the woman,
Looking at my face beneath my skin, under my features,
Noticing,
how my brain never stops pointing the finger,
Finding every flaw perfecting the imperfections,
making solutions where I can change my identity to fit popularity,
so I’ll have clarity, 
Barely,
has that ever brung clearness to my rear,
I’m my worst critic,
hardest on my myself than anyone else is,
I’d fight myself, bruise every bone then let someone touch me with their words,
Beating me down.. so absurd,
Cause I beat em to it,
I already done it,
No one can hurt me as much as I stabbed myself in the back and abandoned, 
became my worst friend towards the human being that I am,
Somebody should of told me that I’m imperfect when I was a young one,
Cause I surely believed with every inch of my skin that I was perfect, 
could do no wrong,
Innocent as can be,
No brokenness just spotless,
Crystal clear glass,
The lies I tell,
She’s no where near perfect her heart spoke, revealed filth hidden under the brown skin portrayed to look all together pieced into perfection,
Fragile, broken into sensitive lips is who she is,
Emotional eyes still she’s cries like a baby,
Takes things personal cause her feelings catch on quickly,
It took tears for her to reach the height of strength and confidence,
Honestly her honesty is honest, but I’d be lying if I told you it didn’t scare me,
To see every part of my body broken down into reality, 
Looking at myself like it’s not me,
That stuff is scary,
Authenticity is not a over night thing,
You gotta go through some stuff definitely if you ask me,
But I wouldn’t trade it in cause it’s making me into what I always wanted to be,

ME…