The Real Side

Before the night

During the day

We all hide

In several ways

Hair in face

is my way

With no filter on

I have many flaws

face like sand

and nose so tall

but those aren't my only flaws

smile so strange 

in every way

teeth so wrong

and out of place

Open smiles will never do.

everybody has their wrongs

but i like mine

most of all.







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