Just Me

I don't do make-up or wear revealing clothes,

I sometimes paint my fingernails and maybe my toes,

Without the selfies and camera tricks I'm who I want to be,

With additions based on superstition I'm who they want to see,

But more than what they want of me I want to be pleased,

Because when I go to sleep at night, guess what, it's just me.

So without the filters and without the facade,

Instead of flaunting my body, like I'm some sort of god,

I'll recognize I'm human and that means imperfections,

And because of those imprerfections I'm grateful for correction.

So who I want to be and want the world to see,

Is who I am when the lights go out that's me, just me.