I hope you never see me the way I see myself...

Because I see all my flaws without faith.
I see all the cuts and scars of the punishing past.
Because this way... this awful way is the result of my sins.

I hope you get to like me more than I like myself.
I hope you see the flaws, like an embellished glass which was once broken.
Because I am broken. And may break even further.

I am weak, and I have rough edges.
But I hope you can see past that.
Because I'm struggling with myself every day, to like me.

I may appear confident and poised,
May sometimes joke freely and smile with ease.
That's a mask. It's all a façade.

But I hope you get to see the real me...

The me who cower and is apologetic,
The me who will burst into tears quietly to avoid disturbance,
The me who is clumsy in all ways.

The me who will love the you who loves this version of me.
This incomplete, uncertain, very dull version of the cool shell the others see.
You who can undress all this layers that covers the real tiny me.

If I get to stay by your side, after you see all that there is of me...
I hope I can show you how much I like this version of you,
who loves the version of me I will become...

...Next to you.