Perspective

Judge me.

Love me.

I really don't care.

This is my story,

bias or fair.

I'll tell you how it is,

you'll hear what you hear.

There's no filter in me,

I just want to be clear.

These are my thoughts—

what is going on in my mind.

You take it how you want.

Do with it what you will,

I'm fine.

This poem is about: 
Me

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