My Worth

I lose myself trying to please everyone. Nobody wants to see the real me, The person I actually am. I step out in confidence and come back, Tears threatening to spill from my eyes, Cruel words pierce me, Tiny shards of glass embedded in my chest, I change my mindset. Different personalities, Like outfits, each day a different one to wear, And as the daylight fades away, I find myself all alone, Conflicted emotions and a twisted sense, Of who I actually am. "Place value on yourself", I always hear, But which version of myself do I place value on?