I never use make-up

I rarely hold back

Whenever I wake up 

I try really hard 

To be only who I am

To only act like me

Filtering myself would be a scam 

Being fake, all would see

That behind the shroud of deception 

Is a girl whose perception

Of the world is cautiously optimistic

Trying really hard not to be totally pessimistic

Because aside from all the bad things

Behind all the filters so crude

I'm sure that everyone clings

to the world's ethereal pulchritude.