the true me,

the true me is lonely, like a woman returing to a home that is abandoned

the true me is gentle, like a butterfly that kisses your nose.

the true me is sweet, like chocolate in a smores, 

the true me wants nothing but happinesss yet lacks it all together.

The true me is skinny, perfect and NOT alone.

the true me is what you want to see, what I want to see. 

the true me is a loving single mother of one that has strength to do waht she needs to for him

the true me is not skinny but has the weight to prove she was once baring child.

The true me is Depressed, tired and overwhelmed I get up do what I need to and get it done

the true me knows its all worth is becase in the end the true me IS the true me and I will only undestand that. 

The true me knows how to balance the light and darkness at all cost.