Get me a pale blonde bob,
And suede boots in grey charcoal.
Make me look a little different,
But separate from my soul.
Claw at me with your suspicion.
Try me, I will still be more!
I’m now two souls, different,
I am not the ME you’re looking for.
Learning to love yourself normally takes a while. To accept your flaws, to embrace your quirkiness and celebrate the qualities of oneself come with age. And, till then we try to present a different front to the world.. an artificial, made-up version which conflicts with our true image. If that persists for long, we become two different people, looking perfect but feeling almost empty with our rendition of own selves.