I am an onion. I am sweet, I have layers, and I'll bring tears to your eyes.

I am an onion because I am sweet with every bite taken. And with every bite, there's a sweet pleasure figuring out who I am. With every bite I worry you'll discard me when you reach the bitter parts, the tough parts, tossing me to the side.

I am an onion because of my layers. My layers that some grow tired of peeling back. That no matter how many layers you've clawed back thinking it'll be that last layer, there was more. There would always be more and maybe you can't handle that or maybe you can, with your persistent fight daily peeling my layers back. That no matter how hard it is you don't give up, you don't flee or coward down.

I am an onion because of the tears that will be brought to your eyes. With every layer comes the hard times, bad times, and broken hearted tears. But with each of those layers comes my honorable times, my exciting times, and my happy tears. I am an onion because my stories, good or bad, will bring tears to your eyes.

We're all onions, we're complex and have layers. Some layers are easier to peel back while it takes months for other layers to even budge. Our layers are what makes us, us.