I wrote this about you

I wrote this about you but it's really about me, it's just easier to see in you

She wears her insides on her outside

She is chaotic in a way that makes sense

She is oddly lovable to everyone but can't see it, she doesn't love herself

So she looks for love from others and always finds herself

The evidence is always there of her unworthiness

A reliable companion always hiding under the mask of another

If she only looked in the mirror she would find that the others are just... you.