It is easy to love you when you are kind & not when you are stern. It's simple to love your wit & complex to comprehend your self-pity.

I don't like your anger, do like your apologies, don't like you calling yourself stupid & do like your intelligence. 

Stop confusing people with your remarkable compassion & startling condescension. 

I like you when you give the benefit of a doubt & wonder why you won't give it to yourself. 

You love the truth & are gifted at lying. You are vain & I understand. You're a pain when you preach, persuasive when you invite & often confuse the two. 

You are foolish to feel ashamed & wise to accept responsibility; foolish to seek credit & wise when you don't; genuine & a hypocrite.

Your curiosity is your genius & stop asking so many questions. 

Thank you for being just, but not for judging; for being funny but not for thinking you are funny. 

I hate your deceptions & am astounded by your accomplishments. Your courage is as astonishing as your cowardice.

Thanks for protecting the vulnerable. Why don't you do more? Your persistence is profound & you give up too easily.

What is it with your energy & why do you love life & hate it? You are healthy & you suffer; good-looking & self-conscious. 

Thank you for changing lives & darn you for not knowing you are enough. 

I love you (or am trying to)  even though you are me.

-Erie Chapman