Being a girl, I am thought of to be perfect.

I shine with sunkissed skin and glorious golden hair.

Men see my flawless body through a small box with the idea that my curves are delicate.

Women see my flirtatious forest green eyes reflecting the glare from the flash with envy.

But who am I without the filters?

Do I have a smile that’s bitter?

The truth lies behind the lens,

Behind the gawking eyes,

Behind the fact that some odd people rate me a tenacious ten,

Behind the frowns that have shakingly said goodbye.

The ferocious noise within me is hidden behind my teeth that are stained,

But the words that slip through my cracked smile help heal other’s pain.

My laughter may cackle like a witch,

But I can promise I was made without a glitch.

Who I am will never change.

Not for society, nor others, not even for that special someone.