Understanding of Me

I’m misunderstood by something called a

“Filter”

It improve things on me you could never

Recognize

It covers and hides the naturalness I am made of;

Subject to impress I lack just the right shade of

Beauty

To them I’m PERFECT, FLAWLES, with no

Corruptions

Blinded by “filters” my inner self is hidden, forever

Forbidden impossible to come across;

Rooted

From hands rich with soil I am

Stunning

A product of mix ups and mess ups

Put together multiple times to get the right

Marks