Hear me,

See me,

Feel me,

Know me.

 

Fragile picture frame,

and yet so much disdain,

the filter hides the beauty,

and they see right through me,

 

The fake smiles, and laughs in a while,

You don’t know me, so turn the dial,

get this record on file,

 

I am human,

I am kind,

I am flawed,

But perfect in design,

 

Through the shadowy night,

I have survived to fight,

The errors,

the terror,

 

they shape me to be me,

wild young and free,

I am glad to be me,

young loving and free,

 

This is poem is a record,

a time stamped memory for all,

don’t ever fear the fall,

for you will get through it all.