I am who I am


The filter comes off

Reality kicks in

The scars on my face

make me feel like a disgrace

Bump by bump

Scar by scar

The redness of my cheeks make me look bizarre

Every detail is shown

If I post his picture, will I be alone?

The beauty I portray

is not the one I contain

The nick on my chin

is who i am

Smiling bright

to show all my pearly whites

My picture without a filter yells

I am who I am

and who are you to give a hell?



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