The Truth
Location
With out a filter
My eyes are a pair of c list stuntmen
Imperfect but Bold
My nose is large
But has potential that is quite undersold
My lips are doors that are blocked by the ruins of broken pride
My ears are a team of selfish athletes
With nothing but lies
Without a filter
My face is a unit of misfits determined to succeed
Without a filter
My words are an allied force to the unit that will achieve
Greatness
The unit that needs absolutely no cover is what
My face is
Without a filter my face is what I choose to make it
It Is Me
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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