Finding Who Was Lost

March 2, 2015

I used to lose my way

Lose myself in the hype of the crowd

Become one of the feckless left to ask:

Who am I without a filter?

I've changed myself this way and that

To satisfy those who didn't even matter

Those who will never ask:

Who am I without a filter?

I am not the girl who follows trends

Not the girl who parties every night

I am the girl who asks myself:

Who am I without a filter?

I am the girl who has the heart of a five year old

The girl who listens to tunes of the soul

I am who I am and now have no need to ask:

Who am I without a filter?

I stop wheedling the crowd

I stood strong for who I was

There is no seperation between me and the filter

Who am I without a filter?

The same me with a filter

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