Who are you?

Your thoughts are parallel to you,

You're never the reflection of your words,

You're not you,

Not ever. 

So, who are you?

Behind your smile and agenda,

The concerned words you spit,

Merely comforting anyone,

Or was it all to comfort you?

I admire your confidence, 

The words your preach but do you know anything about it?

Or, was it all a show?

A show to look good,

On every angle and perspective

On every fraction of yourself?

Love, three quarter of you are perfect,

Perfectly planned and executed

Innately, one part of you that completes you beg to shine as the real you. 

It was all natural, just you.

Despite your flaws, you yourself are the most beautiful if you would just remove the veil you are hiding from.

We all know and we are tired