No Filter

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What do I look like without a filter?

If you strip away the makeup,

The clothes that are percieved as popular,

And the facade that I wear almost every day,

What is left?

The real me,The true Kennedy.

My hopes, my dreams, my deepest desires.

I am bare, stripped down to my very soul.

I live in fantasy worlds to escape reality,

and live vicariously through the characters.

I laugh too much and don't cry enough,

Preferring to keep it botled up inside.

I want to be an author when I grow up,

I want to make a difference.

I love with all of my heart.

That's who I am,

That's what I look like without a filter.

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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