iamwhoiam
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In a perfect world
Nobody would hide
Behind veils of emotion
Or veils of nonemotion.
In a perfect world
Nobody would hide
Behind petty filters
In pictures.
In a perfect world
I am who i am
so why shoud do ifeel the need to change?
but i do, i do
an it is truely lame.
i spend countless hours obsessin over small thngs,
like:what about when summers over?
My hair, the color of straw
Compared to others it seems very blah
I am not who they think I need to want to be
But do I need to care what they think I should think that I need
My body is curved and round
Every day I fail
The end looks better and better
If only I could mail
All my problems away
Release a single breath
And be freed of all my sorrow
Pop a meager bubble
