Take It Away

I am whatever  you say I am

But who I am to me is not who I am to you.

In front of a mirror everything seems fine

but inside of me I am breaking across a fine line.

The line of beauty and mistrust.

I have ink to represent me

There is no makeup, there is no filter, there is no pretend beauty

This is all me

Covered in work over the last five years,

each and everyone represents a part of me.

No part of this can be taken away, it is ME