The Real Me
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the fairest of them all?
Well, if I edit this picture just right...I will be.
A crop here, contrast of color there... then I will be instagram ready
So many precautions being taken...to hide the real you.
Layers upon layers of cover up.
Smiling on the outside, while dying on the inside
Longing for someone to see the real you...
Well let me tell you,
Without the layers I am a canvas
Beautifuly and fearfuly made
I have imperfections, but that's what makes me beautiful.
Look and see...the real me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who's the fairest of them all?
I may not be, but I am beautiful.
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