Who I've Become

I put on my make up and pick out my clothes,

To mirror the stars of TV shows.

I do all of this for that one photo,

I won’t go without it and let myself show.

My hair isn’t perfect, not styled just-so,

My eyes don’t shine with that youthful glow.

My lips are chapped and my cheeks are red,

I don’t look perfect when I roll out of bed.

Without all the makeup and stylish hair,

I feel too exposed, and my skin feels bare.

I’m afraid to be seen in photos without it,

And show people who I am in private.

But I take off my mask, and I let down my hair,

I force myself to stop and stare.

The girl I’ve become is afraid to stand out,

But I can change and let go of all of my doubt.

I let go of the all the fake beauty I bought,

And smile wide for the camera and take a snapshot

The girl I’ve become is here to stay,

When I stand up and take all those filters away.