Under Social Presssure

The past is what is said and done

The pictures that I used to take weren't for fun

It is hard to believe because you can only see the outside

Where I can use filters to cover up and hide

You can't see what is really going on

That I have murderous emotions yet look like a swan

That I have the muscles of the Rock

Yet I have the confidence of a fawn

Take off the filters and let the real you talk

The kid with self proclaimed imperfections

That strives to be a movie star

But fears they have the wrong complexion

Dont let stop you because you are beautiful just the way you are

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