So I’ll speak the words out loud. Try to keep up, while I try to keep down. Tearing down ego’s like telling you how sick you really are. Making you re-think everything you’ve ever done, everything you’ve ever said. Breaking best friends like when you were trusting and I stabbed you in the back. You told me once you’d fall apart if anyone ever knew, so I wrote it out on paper and showed everyone. Where’s your smile now? Its okay to pretend sometimes, but you’ve never been a fan of your crooked teeth. I think its because they suit you so well. Crooked teeth, crooked mind, crooked girl. Your always your own worst critic, because of those days spent dissecting yourself into a million pieces, and because of your nearly fatal flaws. That someone just might not like you. But only you would notice that your nose stands out just a little too far from the rest of your face. How your body curves the wrong way. How your lips don’t quite seem wide enough to go along with your face. How your left eye squints naturally just a slight bit in. How your calfs are nice and strong, but disproportionate to your thighs. Or that if you lost a little bit of weight your body might fit right, but only if the weight moves in just the way you want it to. How your arms look terrible in sleeveless shirts because they’re a little too big, and not slender like the girls you wish you were. How your shoulders are too broad that it looks like your always wearing shoulder pads. How your face is shaped in the wrong way according to your features. How your eyebrows are just a few hairs too far apart. Or how your stomache sticks out slightly when you get too comfortable and forget to suck it in. Yeah, your the only one who knows, because everyone else is too worried about themselves. Every flaw, every imperfection. But I say our flaws are what make us unique, they make us who we are. Because our flaws are what really set us apart. Show me yours, I’ll show you mine. And we can laugh about the years we spent despiesing them, and how pointless it was. We can get deeper if your willing to stay here with me, vulnerable, exposed. We can talk about how everything is pretty pointless really. And we can laugh at ourselves for trying so hard. Even though we know we are not done yet. You can tell me stories, and secrets, and regrets. And I’ll tell you every lie I’ve ever told. And I’ll sit still and silent while you dissect every part of me. I’ll be doing the same. I’ll know every single thing about you, and we’ll push our fears off to the side. Along with every disguise we’ve ever worked so hard to build. Because being completely EXPOSED… well, thats the scariest thing in the world. I’ve thought about this long and hard and nothing in this world… emotionally or physically scares me as much as being exposed. No, I do not mean sharing secrets or taking your clothes off in front of someone. I mean complete and total exposure. That means sharing all my secrets and all my thoughts, good or bad, morbid or endearing. It means sharing every lie I’ve ever told and why I told it. It means sharing every time I’ve ever cried, and why I was crying. It means sharing all the regrets I’ve had, every bad choice I’ve made, every person I’ve hurt… and why I hurt them. It means sharing every dream I’ve ever had, why I’m still dreaming them, and why I gave up on the shattered ones. Every emotion I’ve ever felt, every insecurity I’ve ever had, every person I’ve ever dissapointed. It means sharing my every move, my every thought, my every everything. It means letting someone see the real true you. Letting them inside your head with no walls to hide you. So they would know everything, so there was no piece of you, big or small, that they wouldn’t know. We all have something to hide behind. Whether its words, or books, or drugs, or lies, or looks, or feelings, or music, or flaws. We enhance the very best parts of ourselves in hopes they will dim down, or outshine, the ones we find to be less perfect. And I find it seriously funny because the one thing I truly want more than anything… it to be exposed to someone, and yet its the very thing that scares me most.