Happiness

Bit nails, unwashed face

Crooked smile from the heart

Curly hair and out of place

When the camera's off, this is where it starts

A dislike of the inevitable

To try and hide

A body thats discreditable

To who I am inside

Picture perfect moments

Of ego and good looks

To make the body's atonements 

For anyone who looks

To be happy with yourself

Is the key we all must hold

To refuse to filter out all else

Is in itself the goal