I want to be #nonfiltered

I could be black and white by WILOW.

Or a vibant pair of lips by NASVILLE.

A sense of ease by SLUMBER or kneaded down by EARYBIRD.

But what can't be is me, I'm a filtered me that's appealing to the eyes of the hollowed.

I am hidden behind the judgemental six centimeter circular glass that parades me through your news feed.

Why do I lie to all these folowers? Twitter, Instagram, any social media.

In reality I know I'm just a figure.

I am pleased by touch of your finger as it taps your glass pannel.

This vocabulary isn't me, it's not what I use face to face.

These clothes, I'm drowning in your screen.

The make-up is to drastic even for home,

these red lips that are chromed.

I hate lies they're devious, so why do I still spoon feed them to you.

You and I are both doomed unless I tell you who I really am, a non-filtered me.

My self-esteem is trapped in a box with jugdes inside.

Listen to my thoughts as you see my face.

A tap for each photo.

Tap.

Tap-Tap.

Tap.

Tap-Tap.

Tap.

Tap-Tap.

Enough!

Your not listening.

My tears are glistening.

I can't tell you I am because you tapping is exasperating.

You follow me,

But...

Do YOU, really follow

ME.