I am the face of truth. I have hurt you. You are me.
And you and I are imperfect.
Just look at the mirror. Those freckles and scars are for years you and I have earned.
Just look at our body. The fats and sagging skin are what you and I have filled in it.
And look at you and me. My thing is never yours and your mood is something I never understood.
We are truly a perfect match of imperfections. I struggle every day to find what I want, and you keep on running from me.
But in the end, you and I have never let go
of the paradoxical nature of our being.
Because you and I are us. And I am you and you are me.
This is us. A total irony.
Are you the opposite of yourself?
So pretty😊 well, a persons mind and soul is really complicated