Writing about yourself is very hard to do.
But knowing who you are is even harder.
We all wake up in different ways,
some of us are the early birds,
some of us sleep in until noon, but we all look in the mirror at one time.
Do we all like what we see?
My first reactions are deadly.
we make a mental list of the things that need to be changed.
By the time we're done, we're a different person.
We put on that all to familiar fake smile.
The smile that everyone is so accustomed to.
By the time the day is half over, We realize this isn't us.
The me I know and love is outgoing on her own,
she doesn't need the fancy clothes or make up
to know she's loved by many.
Her personality is enough to light up the world,
even on its darkest day.
Her real smile is radiant.
When she's herself, she is the true image of beauty.
Her heart is made of gold.