The Truth

With out a filter 
My eyes are a pair of c list stuntmen 
Imperfect but Bold
My nose is large 
But has potential that is quite undersold 
My lips are doors that are blocked by the ruins of broken pride
My ears are a team of selfish athletes
With nothing but lies
Without a filter
My face is a unit of misfits determined to succeed 
Without a filter
My words are an allied force to the unit that will achieve 
Greatness 
The unit that needs absolutely no cover is what
My face is
Without a filter my face is what I choose to make it 
It Is Me