I Pretend

Who am I, through a completely organic lense?

A lense with no skewer or sharpener

no falsehoods or pretends

What am I in an entirely natural glow?

A glow that eminates my true personality

and my spirits so low?

I am a creature of ambition and desire

One that swallows pride and uses it as feul for a fire

I am a musician, making melody with his hands

Bleeding from my heart into my veins creating sound filled with emotion 

crushed by sin

What am I when you take away that filter? 

The filter that taints me,

paints me

and makes me a liar

What am I when you take away that filter?

But a man with no history and love to defend

I am a broken heart enclosed in a skeleton of skulking sorrow 

Laying in a casket wishing dissapation on the morrow

I lay hear screaming into the night

"God why have you chosen me to murder out of spite?"

But it is not he,

the killer,

in the world wth no filter

It is I through my own eye that I sharpen a knife 

In my own despair I have bled through the bandage

And I've never attained a wound that seemed worthwhile to mend it 

Of my history, I lied

It is rich, sad and bitter

Im telling you the truth

as I decide to lose my filter

So take away this filter, and you shall see who I am

A broken,

                tired

and              lonely                  sad man

For I feel so disconnected from this Earth 

Floating alone through a plethora of prematurely hatched decision

But without a filter,

I truly have no clear vision

So I keep it attatched

to blend in with a crowd

I keep it attatched

Until it is time to stand out

For when that time surely comes

What I have known all along

Is that they'll never understand that I' stronger

With no filter on