Peeled Away

I hold everything in.  If I didn't, my temper would show me as a hot-blooded redhead.  I would bite the heads off of the people who hurt me.  I am not magazine 'pretty'.  I feel pretty to myself though.  Each of my zits and pimples are just little experiences I deal with every day.  One day I am an optomist, another a pessimist.  People say, and I would agree, that I am a oxymoron.  I love to wear makeup, yet I like my stake rare.  I dance, yet I eat chocolate covered bugs.  I am a girly girl, yet I am a tom boy.  Here I am-peeled away.