Being Me

Sometimes its so hard to see ones imperfection, its easier to see some else's

Staring in the mirror i see this person who lacks self esteem, who wishes she is someone else, caught up in intense emotions and obessions.

Pain and guilt flashing as lightening in mid summer nights dream. She aches for companianship, for self control.

Jealousy is her. Competition drives her intentions, her motives.

Anger burns inside her. Intence hate and insecurity controls her. When will all these problems melt away?

Beauty she lacks, frienship she seeks, who is this person, this being, who lacks self confidence and hugs ugliness. This persin is imperfection.