A shot to impress, a meaningless stroke; what we once treasured great, we no longer invoke. Our canvas has been tampered, altered, and depleted, of our natural beauty which we often see as mistreated. However, you should know, that your body is not a show. What we carry inside is truly alive, and your body just happened to be how you're heart would arrive. If you think your flaws mistreat your birth-given pysique, you're wrong, it's how I know that you are unique. 

You're wrong! You decieve! There is no way that's how I'm seen! I must muddle the shot so one may aim for me! I am not what they crave, and I must admit I'm not quite brave. This is the only way  I'm allowed to behave!

But how can that shot, be clear and concise, if the one who aims for you loses to that same vice? The lens is a blur, and if thats all you incur,then the only eyes you attract are of countless curs! Don't sell yourself short, if they laugh just retort. After all, what fun is a life where, from behind a curtain, you report? Throw open the drapes and burn away the fake, show the world the best of you, myself, and the life you'll retake! I'm finished with the turmoil of trying to hide behind a mask, I'll show what's beneath and continue my task! The only mistreatment is of the gift wrapped inside, the package made it safely, it is where we each all  reside. So take a clear shot, of a treasurable moment, so once you grow old, you can relive that component.

I guess I am right, I lost my might, but no more, I will continue to fight, what a sight to behold! With this camera I aim and focus on the plot; what I have now ahead is one clear shot.