54 likes is what I'm defined by.

2 taps, and my mood will skyrocket.

4 times which your compliment has been copied and pasted.

I want to be exposed...

                                   just not for the camera.

Strip down my layers.

Please learn to look deeper.

I want you to know.

See me for who I am.

The blemishes remain.

My teeth are unwhitened.

Wrinkles are deep,

due to getting no sleep.

Im willing to peel off my cover,

my exterior self.

So you can see me for who I am.

Under 54 likes,

a favorite,

a filter,

I am me. 

Pliable to change, yet susceptible to flaw.

I am "happy"

I am "sad"

I am the leaves which crunch under your feet as you take their picture.

I am the snow which has fallen,  although the temperature reads "33 degrees F."

I am your skin under sun.

I am the flower which had never made its way through the soil.

Under the filter, under the photo, the truth remains.

I am vulnerability.