This Is Me
I’m a walking, talking paradox
My Instagram is a sea of irony
On my Insta you’ll find selfies of mine making that duck face
Which is ironic because I’ve never been kissed
But pardon me of my gentle lips are waiting for the gentleness of a gentleman willing to wait for my gentle hand
On my Insta you’ll find glitz and glam and myself at my 100% best
But in all honesty I prefer fuzzy socks and sweats
On My Insta you’ll find selfies of mine looking surprised
But I’m really not one to be shocked
Who am I behind the camera?
In school you’ll see me and my inconsistence
Bum days because theres no point
Or hella days when I’m on point
I’m inconsistent, never one thing but my outer is not what defines me
Who am I?
I'm that quiet girl in the front row
Listening and observing the human symphony of gossip, complaints and whispers
I’m that quiet girl in the front row that goes unnoticed
Staying focused on remembering that I’m more than an airbrushed facade of so called perfection
Thats why when I speak I’m not questioned
There is no detection of anything but a genuine conversation
With no filters I’m a blank face
Not because I’m unhappy
I actually am happy
But the truth is my Asian eyes disappear when I smile
And I want the world to look me in the eyes into my soul and see the real me
With no filters what does the world see?
The appearance of a super shy bookworm
Who is mean and sarcastic
Not too drastic of a description but in my opinion that is fiction
The reality is that is just my face
Take a picture of me candid
And there is a shy one and her stillness
Or a girl who knows how to listen
Unfiltered, I boast in my silence
I can be a friend
I will listen
If part of you is lost I’ll help find what’s missing
If part of you is broken I’ll help fix it
This is me
I am the girl who is loud in thought, quiet up close
Ready to listen