My friend told me to ‘Get Real'
And I wondered what it means?
Real to me meant to be who I was
Without any pretensions,
I always took pride in saying
I am, who I am
And take me as I am
You get, what you see
Nothing less, nothing more
No but then I was wrong
Getting real,
It meant to be made-up,
Trying to hide our imperfections,
Brushing away our blemishes,
Masking our imperfections,
To survive in this skewed world!
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