Awkward Perfection

January 3, 2015

Call me graceful.

Call me witty.

Call me gorgeous.

I'll show you who I wish I was,

who I wish I could charm others with.

It seems to be working,

these filters.

The way I hide my face with my hair,

sitting for hours

and hours

trying to get the perfect picture that will try and hide what I seem to have thought was my flaw.

Awkward.

In a word, that's what I am.

Strip me of my few false securities and that is what you're left with.

I trip over everything in sight,

I make stupid jokes,

my smile is a bit crooked,

a dimple only on one cheek.

However, I think I'll start showing this awkwardness a bit more.

It reminds me that I'm not just a computer image.

I'm me,

I'm awkward,

and behind these filters,

I am my own perfect.

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