What I Am

We like to believe we are being upfront
But behind a filter, screen, or angle.
Never wanting to confront
The fake front becomes a tangle.
Being able to be yourself,
Will lead to finding your inner self
 
I am one of the same
In front and behind the screen
The puzzle is what makes up this game
Consisting of piano guitar and drums between
The sports and work that take my time
That all revolve in a sweet rhyme
 
I'm not ashamed of what I am
I want to show the world of what I'm made
There is no reason to scram
For behind the pictures we do not degrade 
I don't take any shame
In showing of what I am
 
This poem is about: 
Me

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