Creation of Society
Filters.
They create only what we want the world to see
but without filters who will I be
Will I be smiling and laughing with joy in my eyes,
or will I be broken and lonely just wanting to cry
Without a filter will the world be cruel
and say hateful words and call me a fool
Will they point out all of the flaws that I've got
and tear me down until I feel as if I'm nothing but rot
Society has made us so self-consious and scared
so afraid to be ourselves because we know our feelings won't be spared.
So no, I won't take my filters down
because I'm afraid of what I'll see,
The girl you see in these photos
is what society has made me be.
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