Naked, I stood tall
Not of body, but of soul
Well, to be honest, I was actually naked
Mirror mirror and all that sexy jazz
I bore my soul, not to God, but myself
Not everything was pretty, though
I saw a love to loathe
Prideful humility
Compassionate callousness
Sympathetic joy of envy
Equanimity for anxiety and worry
It's hard to tear away the facades you've spent a lifetime
building
Especially to one's own self
I am not perfect
But I am beautiful in my imperfections
I hold onto false hopes
Yet I promise to be true to myself
I've already started to rebuild what was just torn down
But I am lighter for the process
It's a tough world out there;
Man needs his armor
RafaDe