Likes and Flights
I hope they like it.
I hope they see it.
But why can I not believe it?
That girl inside
that picture you see
is someone you know
but is not me.
Behind the lighting, the filters, and the smiles,
there's still a girl who has walked for miles,
in shoes that cause people to stare
only to judge her on what she wears.
One can stalk and creep
past 17 weeks
but until you meet,
you'll never know her past the physique.
Creativity, humor, passion
can only show so much within a caption.
So before you judge what you see,
remember I am me,
you are you,
and she is she.
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