squeaky clean, I see that gleam...

I feel like I am not confident, but somehow people think I am...

maybe I have a good game face.

I know I am smart, but sometimes it feels like it's not in ways that count.

I read people much better than I read books

but I understand books better than I understand people

I never have the right words to explain my feelings...

or maybe it's that I have too many words...

I'm only as funny as I feel, which is more on some days and less on others..

I never really thought of myself as pretty... and no, that's not a ploy for compliments.

I sometimes walk with my head down, but make myself pick it up, because I know that I should.

My posture is terrible because of it.

I think strange things about people,

I constantly evaluate what I think they might be thinking of me...

My emotions often get the best of me, I've mastered how to not let it show...

Someday I wish someone would see right through the wall.

I am like a butterfly who flutters for a day, and thinks it is forever.

I am a perfectionist when it comes to myself.

often times I am a contradiction to things I want to stand for..

I'm working on it

alot of time, my intentions are better than my actions.

I am a big dreamer, with mediocre motivation.

I am good on my own, but even better with someone i love by my side.

I am fiercely loyal.. when I finally decide to get there.

I am analytical with myself.

I don't understand how anyone could ever be cocky or proud

we make so many mistakes, choose so many wrong paths,

but sometimes it seems like no one knows...

We are all broken enough to be humble.