X-Pro II
With a filer,
I go to bed on time
and get eight hours of sleep.
Without one,
I always stay up late,
create,
and don't count sheep.
Photoshopped,
I'm kind and selfless.
Reality
makes me mean.
I criticize,
and compliments are far and few between.
Airbrush out
my flaws, disorders, faults,
and weakness, too,
and suddenly a model
citizen
is standing in front of you.
But take away the parts of me
that you don't want to see,
you have to lose the best side, too,
of who I've come to be.
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