Without filters I am a person.
I feel naked
I cannot hide behind anything
I am someone who wants to fit in.
It’s frightening to have your flaws pointed out
My good side was not snapped
I am a person who doesn’t want to be afraid
My identity is revealed
I spot a pimple that cannot be erased
The angle is wrong
You think about it.
Other people have the same imperfections
Everyone is human
Being yourself is a hard thing
But deep down, everyones skeleton looks almost similar
Truth is, people judge you and it’s hard to not get upset
No one cares who you are unless you are pretty or dying
But this is my body
And I am perfectly content with it
I have perfect imperfections