Orange Peel
The truth about me...Where do I start?
My childhood was bliss
In 8th grade I had my first kiss
I love my relationship with Jesus
And my friends and family are all I need
or so it would seem
But just like everyone else, I can be a freak
I experience love and joy and rage
I get so caught up in what I look like, and social media is my cage
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I hate what I see
But that's only because I fear the real me and what people will think
I live in a world of judgement and bias
A world so selfish it's like it's King Mitus
And all I want to do is shine...
But I always seem to become hidden by the clouds.
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