I am not naked,
So don’t think you’ve seen all of me.
I am a complicated soul,
On a quest each day to find who I truly am.

I won’t lie and say,
“There are no flaws in me—call me Perfect.”
I am selfish,
Carrying a heavy bag of regrets, expectations, and insecurities.

I am vulnerable—break me,
And I’ll scatter into pieces no one can...