I am not like the others.
I am not just another soul.
I have a heart just like the rest,
but it's beat is all its own.
Social media and concern for self-image has created an insane craze,
but no matter the filter I choose it is all just a haze.
To cover who I truly am, a young person completely flawed.
But flaws are what give me identity,
They come with the name.
Blemishes, wrinkles, scars
they are what contribute to my fame.
It is time I rip the gauze from my flesh and show the world myself
rather than do the injustice of trying to be something else.
Every crevice, misalignment, imperfection makes me distinct
And I would be a fool to try to hide what makes me unique.