In a perfect world

Nobody would hide

Behind veils of emotion

Or veils of nonemotion.

In a perfect world

Nobody would hide

Behind petty filters

In pictures.

In a perfect world

Everyone would be proud

To be who they are

And not care what others think.

In my perfect world,

I am who I am.

I am the unfiltered

Quiet guy

Sitting in the corner and saying nothing

Until you come over and speak to me.

Even then

You may get no response.

I'm shy, I can be irritable, but at least I'm not the annoying kid

Always arguing with the teacher.

I'm the one that people forget to remember

At least, until they meet me.

Then it seems I'm unforgettable

But not entirely desirable

As I make plenty of mistakes

And don't always learn.

I'm the curly haired, 6 foot guy

That people notice but don't see.

I could be in your class for all year

And you'd still have no idea who I am.

I don't give much away about myself

Or my emotions,

Even to those close to me, I can be a mystery.

Within my walls my imagination flies free.

But outside my walls I can't even 

Go up to someone and say a simple 

"Hi, I'm me."

My curly mane is my most recognizable feature

And paired with my glasses and facial hair,

I might be recognized.

But what if I got rid of it all?

Shaved my head, got contacts, and shaved my face.

Would I still seem the same 

To everyone who sees me?

I know I'd be the same inside,

But on the outside, I'd be a new person.

Maybe less forgetablle, maybe more.

But for now,

I'm still the quiet guy in the corner

That won't say a peep until I get to my friends,

But even then,

I still get absorbed in my thoughts.