Trees

The bark, the initial impression people have.
Seemingly tough and perfect.

Yet you peel that bark away
and you'll find layers upon layers.

You see the different personalities.
A face for strangers.
Yet a different face for best friends.

The deeper you get into the layers
the more you see the vulnerability,
the scars,
the strength,
the depth.

The soft flesh of the tree
when you get to to its core.
So different from its bark.

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