Wanting to belong. Wanting to fit in. Wanting to tell my story trying to figure out the girl within. I smile and I laugh it's a mask I've learned to fit. who am I with no filter I think of myself as nothing but a pretend. The filters protect me the girl who's just a mess. They hide my scars. They hide my tears . They hide the suffer and the pain. They make me be who I wanna be when I'm not running away from my self again. Who am I that's one thing they can't define. Which is why I'm caught up in all these filtered lies. You were there when no one else was. You allowed me to change my appearance just by putting on a facade. For the girl yet undiscovered. I have no control over my life. My actions or what I do. Heck sometimes my words are being controlled by someone else to. So I allow u to take over to create my life for me. While keeping inside that all your filters seem to hide the real me. When I wanna be picture perfect I'll smile a little more. When I wanna be picture perfect I'll glow and that's for sure. When I wanna be picture perfect I'll change my whole outfit. When I wanna be picture perfect I'll let you choose when. And may you ask why because these are the things that keep me fighting The girl I am inside. Who am I underneath the filters a beautiful tragic mess. I keep quiet when they shout. But, am I making the right decisions by letting certain things choose my route. I'm alone already in life. Yet I still continue to let others budge in. Even if There not even fully aware of what's going on inside of it. I have to figure out who I am before 17 becomes to late. This is because sooner or later these words will become ones for old time sake. My life is none other than a cage to me with these filtered mistakes.