Behind The Filters Behind The Scenes
Behind the filters
I am only me
Behind the filters
Nothing special to see.
Trying to be herd, trying to be seen
Nice, and supportive
And Sometimes mean,
But only when I look around
And still don't see a change.
They tell me to BE
what I want to SEE
Grown impatient for "The Change"
I'm annoyed, frustrated
and tired of trying
An Outcast
Who's at their climax
Yet, also still a little boy
Walking through woods
Made of wax
Cause I'm Stuck in a dream,
Stuck in a maze,
Just trying to find my way.
Stuck Behind the scenes
of the world
With always SOMETHING
to say.
A Lion Cub
With a Lion Roar
Its better Out than In,
I talk to to much
Yet, who's to Judge?
That's Who I Am...
The End.
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