Who Am I?
Who Am I, you say?
Behind all these Instagram and Facebook filters,
Behind the make-up foundation and glossy red lipstick that runs upon your lips when we kiss.
Well for starters, I only wear make-up on special occasions.
Who Am I behind these 200 Instagram likes and 2,000 Facebook friends?
For I am nothing but a lost burdened girl.
I am Latina so my attitude will trigger faster than a bullet that twirls.
I have a mean face in public and my tears don’t stop when I’m alone.
I sit in the corner of my cold bedroom floor,
But to the public I’m sitting on a golden throne.
Lady red they call me
For some I’m Killer Queen,
Because I once made the mistake of setting the image
Of someone I can’t be.
To few I am weak, To many I’m strong.
I won’t spend a life time proving them wrong.
Life is an illusion, don’t give a try.
Darling,
Never run faster than your guardian angel can fly.
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