Just me

Without all the filters, without the different poses

I know who I am and God only knows it

I am free to be me in my crazy condition

My wild mind could be shown at an art exhibition

The beauty of my inner soul could leave you speechless

It is made up of a zillion colorful, jagged, little pieces

I was a huge messy pile left on the floor

After I had an internal civil war

But I have established a sense of pride in myself

And I do not need validation from anyone else



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