I am a Nobody
Filters Here Filters There but without the filters who's really there ? I am like a nervous talent hiding behind the curtains looking out into the crowd before a performance . Wondering what they will said about me . Will they even notice me ? With my filters I am covered . No blemishes and really don't need the makeup brushes . But Maybe my Whole life is filtered . And when the sun goes down I am a nobody . A nobody that cries herself to sleep . A nobody that no one really wants to see . A nobody that even family members envy . But why ? I am just a nobody .
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