I Like Myself But…

I like the color of my eyes 

But only when I’m crying

I like my body 

But only when I’m starving

I like my smile

But only when I’m trying

I like my stories 

But only when I’m lying

I like my conversations

But there not replying 

I like my kind heart 

But it feels more like prying

I like my attitude

But inside I am dying

I like my laugh

But only when its forced

I like my relationship with the Lord

But it is divorced 

I like myself

but…