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I've try to convert if I can
The will of the canvas at my demand
So many different ones to counsel in
Purple, red, yellow, blue or green
I see me
Not a me I want to see...
but a me that I can't unseen
A me that is viewed as incadescant in the eyes of the profane
A me that sins to fit in with people that believe
When you see that pretty lone flower you pick.
When you see the random round rock you kick it.
When you see me you see nothing different,
My pictures have been fake for years
My eyes don't sparkle like they used to
I try to drown out my mind with music and drinks
My heart and soul don’t quite work right
I'm hurting on the inside
Who am I, through a completely organic lense?
A lense with no skewer or sharpener
no falsehoods or pretends
What am I in an entirely natural glow?
A glow that eminates my true personality
Remove the filters that surround our lives.
Don't sugarcoat it
to the ones outside.
The world as we know it can be harsh and cruel,
so let's not pretend
that it always looks cool.
when one takes a scroll through my instgram feed
they see a girl
who is a animal lover,music lover, food lover and a make up enthusias
but when I the stop posing
Who am I deep down?
Am I flawless, or am I hidious.
What do people think of me deep down.
She is perfection, she is distruction.
But deep down I am just me.
I am me.
Not you or her or him or them.
This is me
Unedited,
Unfiltered
me
I am the cries at night when hearts break
The anger when it's broken
I am the fear when the world is coming down
The tension felt when it's falling
I am a teenager
I am reckless
I make mistakes
I stay out late and do nothing
I am on my phone all day
I am a student
I have 3.0 GPA
I am a leader
I take too many AP Classes
I am dark eye circles.
I am nothing but gross, winter skin tapered onto a bored face.
I am yellowed teeth, and thanks to dad, hideous manbrows.
The world is filled with upset teens
Burdened with the pressure of perfection.
Always striving to be lean,
Lure them in with your evanescent gleam.
Bind them into your eternal paradise.
Throw their hypnotic nothings to the wind.
Craft velvet wings from jewels.
Your primrose shimmer must never dull.
I rap like a rapper
I Po et like a poet
My mind is abstract
But who really knows it
If I am a box
A square full of roses
Concealed to the world
Who really knows it?
How difficult is it to simply be ourselves?
At a young age we're all taught that who we are isn't enough-
Not tall enough, they say.
Not pretty enough, they say.
Not smart enough, they say.
A chameleon blending
My person bending
To match all the colors surrounding
My expression is cool
As I walk into school
But meanwhile my heart is pounding
White are the nerds
Let me bathe in the light of your hate!
For there seems no other place nor person who cares more about your thoughts than I.
On the balcony everything seems high and distance
But when its really suppose to be close
But closer you look the less you'll see
Everything to the artist is empty
And the view is a sight not worth to see
