I am just a pale face
Tired and exhausted
I lack something that you want.
And to you,
That is perfection.
I am more than just this filter
Of beauty so fake.
I am a person.
With dreams that reach the clouds
And aspirations without limits.
I dream of becoming the best
Teaching students that don’t understand
And inspiring those who already do.
I want to show them that I am more than just
The sky is my limit
But I want to reach the moon.
I want to share literature in its true light
Similar to me
And the filters that hide my flaws.
They insult the writing
Instead of looking at the real picture.
I want someone to look at me
The same way that I look at a book.
Pure and unabridged.
Without this façade.
Without this filter.
I am pale and lack the brush of foundation.
However my image
Is more than my appearance.