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everyone thinks they know the real me,

but no one truely does,

i dont even know half of me,

i hide behind a mask.

if they saw the real me,

they'd run.

im a mess,

i break easily,

my body is covered with scars,

but thats not what they see.

im strong,

independent,

unlike the rest,

im there for others,

they come first.

who am i?

strong or weak

useful or useless

beautiful or a mess

i lean on my true friends,

but independent at all times.

im strong when need be,

but weak everywhere.

which is me?

which is my mask?