You look around a see a girl. You don't know who she is or where she came from.
But it's just me. You've seen me I'm sure. I live like this.
Unfiltered, though, when I'm home. By myself. I transform.
I can finally relax. I can breathe. I lounge around and let myself be.
are you that different?
At night when I know it's safe I cry. I have survived another day with all of them.
Unfiltered I can't control myself. I get so sad and angry that I just want to do something.
I feel the need to hurt someone. Myself. Anything. I can't think properly.
I have finger nails. It won't leave a mark for long but it helps me feel something.
It's all I can do. I'm so helpless. I can't controll it.
I wake up and I get ready ro another day. I paint on a smile and repeat. Not every day. But some.
It starts over again. Me unfiltered. It's a little scary. But I love it. I live it.