I am me in my
Location
I am me in my purest form
I am me and all I adorn
I am the rolls hidden under my shirt
and under my nails, I am the dirt
I snore while I sleep
I lisp with my retainer
In the shower I weep
My soul is trapped in a container
But even as I hide
Behind the camera and the lies
I move my mask to the side
And look the world in the eyes
I am not afriad nor ashamed of who I am
I am beautiful, and I don't give a damn.
This poem is about:
Me