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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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