Under Social Presssure
The past is what is said and done
The pictures that I used to take weren't for fun
It is hard to believe because you can only see the outside
Where I can use filters to cover up and hide
You can't see what is really going on
That I have murderous emotions yet look like a swan
That I have the muscles of the Rock
Yet I have the confidence of a fawn
Take off the filters and let the real you talk
The kid with self proclaimed imperfections
That strives to be a movie star
But fears they have the wrong complexion
Dont let stop you because you are beautiful just the way you are
This poem is about:
Our world
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