Fighting

You're fighting so hard.

You want to change who you are.

I don't understand why you can't see how perfect you are.

I don't understand why you hate yourself.

I don't hate you.

I love you, exactly as you are.

I know how selfish you are.

I know how mean you can be.

I know how twisted your mind can get.

But I love you, anyway.

I love you because you're flawed, you're human, you're REAL.

So why are you fighting?