Bare To The World

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No lights,

No camera,

No action,

Just myself trying to fit into my school's secret factions.

We try so hard to become one another but,

Claim we are true to oneself, more than we are true to each other.

 

 

So who am I?

How do I ask myself this?

I can't. Have I ever truly known myself?

What am I without make up, without nice clothes, without an IPhone?

I do not know. Because honestly I have never truly had those things.

I am a bigger girl, taller, bigger feet.

But when I see others with these,

And I’m bare to the world

I shrink.

 

 

The world doesn't have instagram filters,

You can't make the light hit your face the right way.

You can’t tap a face and get likes in real life.

You can’t delete a bad day as if it never existed.

You can’t make embarrassments go away.

 

So what do you do without a filter?

What do you do without the lights?

Could I live without a camera’s reassuring shutter noise?

Do I even have a choice?

 

The answer is yes,

I’d still be myself.

A filter is just a mask to cover the truth

I am the truth

And the truth can sometimes be hidden.

When I find the truth I’ll find myself.

 

 

No mask needed

No mask wanted

Flaunting myself,

I’d be bare to the world

This poem is about: 
Me

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