The other side
Location
The lens of a camera is a bridge built between two,
The outside world and the real you.
I often deceive the world with my filters,
Trying to hide all my imperfect feature;
But let me flip the lens,
So they can see,
Who the real me is.
I am quite big,
With three rolls on each side.
My legs have cellulites,
With visible spider veins.
I have pimples on my face,
Which spread like the constellations of stars in space.
My laugh is quite loud,
But is contagious like a disease.
I have small and uneven fingers
Yet, they have the power to add flavor to the words I speak.
I’m nowhere near perfect, and this I know.
All these filters hide my life, which the world should never know,
But despite the amount of filters I use,
It’ll never work.