My true self
I am one whom is full of quirks,
Within myself, weirdness lurks.
To others, I may seem strange,
But to myself, I seem perfectly arranged.
The past me wore a lot of makeup,
Because I didn't like what I was made of.
I felt as though I had no support,
And so I always sold myself short.
I thought I was too fat,
But who has time for that?
I thought people didn't like me,
That they were out to spite me.
I was then diagnosed with anxiety,
And realized I committed impropriety.
#nofilterslam
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