naked with no protection, flaws and imperfection

dont be decived, for perfection is in the eye of the beholder

as I wipe off this fake eye smolder and these blood red lips. at my finger tips is a world of many wonders

i remember being younger 

with no care in the world. no need for protection.

what is imperfection?

then one day told to make corrections..

now. in the eye of which you behold, am I the perfect thing you see?

when I take down these walls of comfort and erase the filter over me?

this is who I'm meant to be.

who I really am.

imperfectly.