I am me in my

Location

I am me in my purest form

I am me and all I adorn

I am the rolls hidden under my shirt

and under my nails, I am the dirt

I snore while I sleep

I lisp with my retainer

In the shower I weep

My soul is trapped in a container

But even as I hide

Behind the camera and the lies

I move my mask to the side

And look the world in the eyes

I am not afriad nor ashamed of who I am

I am beautiful, and I don't give a damn.

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Sahanamatthews

I am beautiful no matter what flaws I may feel compelled to hide from the world.

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