Covering Me
We use filter to cover up our blemishes,
Both physical and mental.
Who wants to see a girl without make up on,
Bearing her acne scars and enlarged pores?
Who wants to read an emotional caption,
From a clinically depressed and anxious teenage girl?
Instagram allows us to hide the pain.
The filters allow us to hide our imperfections.
Instead of exposing who I really am,
Frizzy-haired, Anxious, Dry-skinned, Depressed
On social media,
I add a fancy covering on top of my already edited picture,
And add a cute emoji to maybe make myself seem...
Happy.
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