There are a million parts of me,
That make up one fallible whole,
From insecurity to vanity,
Each with a purpose, each with a role.
We show the best parts to those we like,
The lesser to those that we truly care about,
The best will speed us up, and make us great,
The lesser will slow us down, and bring to light our doubts.
Our feelings coupled with these facts create one half of us,
The vulnerable and culpable canvas that is half decorated.
To be filled in by another,
To be equivocally reciprocated.
When questioned, the feelings, the truth, they freeze,
Not willing to be broken, not able to be changed
Leading to alternate interpretations,
Interpretations with questionable range.
It is in our persistence, strength and care,
That illuminates the genuine facts,
Which breaks down false portrayals,
And reads through passionless acts.
Remembering it takes courage and faith,
In your research of a million parts,
To find a person’s true meaning,
In their eyes, in their words, and in their hearts.
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