My Pixilated Form
Who am I in my pixilated form?
I am filtered and digitally altered
It is NOW that I decide to reform
Because I realize now I needn’t falter
Blonde hair and blue eyes
Just trying to be me
I know I don’t need a disguise
But I’m just trying to be artsy
I’m an athlete at heart
Speed skating is my sport
I have been trained to play the part
My family and friends are my support.
I am a closet nerd
My pictures wouldn’t show it
Some people think it’s absurd
But it is quite hard to admit
Alterations and fancy filters is who I’m not
My pixilated form has changed a lot.
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