#nofilter
Eloquent prose is a filter of mine,
Making me look like the sun always shines
Behind me, slightly to the right,
with my hair always flowing perfectly
just right.
I am not who I seem.
This is the real me.
I crawl under desks and
sob because math.
I speak in improper grammer
cuz I like it like that.
I dance on my bed
and read fanfiction
under the sheets.
Without my friends and my phone,
I am so incomplete.
I rock triple chins
and sometimes earn B's.
On my worst days,
I can even earn C's.
But this is truly me.
My disgusting true self
in all of my perfect glory.
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