Without Filters I am Me

February 24, 2015

Without filters I am me,

Not the fake version the internet sees.

Without filters I am raw,

People see my so called flaws.

My freckles and my rosey cheeks,

People want to take a peek.

I do not care what they think

When they see my fading ink

Or my roots now growing in.

None of these things define what's within.

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