Filter Free Me

Darker, contrast, brighter, hue

How long do you take editing,

In effort for people to “like” you?

I stare at the screen,

Critique the little things.

Am I tan enough,

Pretty enough,

Do my eyes look blue?

I post for praise

For others to know my name

To compliment me

To say “you’re so great”

But hours later

As the likes roll in

I sit and I wonder:

Is this all there is?

Is this the feeling I live for,

What defines who I am?

If it is, then how disappointing

These people aren’t even “liking” who I

REALLY am.

What is truly a compliment?

To hear those who know me

To call me their friend

When I think about the big picture,

It’s so much more than a little square.

I don’t want to die just knowing I looked good,

I want to die knowing I made someone ‘s life better

That I was an unconditional friend

So I have realized,

I don’t need a filter to love others, I can just be who I am.