I am passionate.

I have dreams beyond any imagination,

A child among a sea of wannabe adults.

I am insecure.

I take more than 30 minutes in the bathroom,

Just to give myself no more than a 6 out of 10.

I am shy.

I want people to like me,

I force the confidence in order to gain appeal.

I am religious.

I love my God,

But I don’t feel like sharing Him with anyone else.

But you don’t see me.

You see what I paint for you.

Sometimes I can’t even tell the difference.

I am raw. I am rough. I am undone.

But you don’t see me.