The Real Me
My head is full of curls,
just like my world can be a whirl
there's so much left to unfurl
so I must overcome the perils.
I can't be who they want me to be
all I want is for them to see the real me.
Like water without going through a filter,
my life has no kilter.
But for those who see the qualities in me,
they will know that I have humility
and the ability to improve humanity.
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