A Lo-Fi in A World of X- Pro II

If I were a filter I would be the most obsolete of the bunch

Without the façade of tempering with saturation levels I’m no prize

Although my mom always warned me, I still sit with a hunch

When I’m not censoring myself I’m told I can come off tough

What they don’t know is that I’m vulnerable especially to lies

There are days I’m insecure and I don’t feel, as I’m enough

On picture it appears as I’m filled with charisma and grace

Those who know me know that my laugh is annoying loud

And that I’m always trying to hide the double chin in my face

They don’t know my thoughts that run through my head unruly

Do they know that my favorite nights are spent at home where it is quiet and sound

Or even that I make Spotify playlists incase my life turns into a movie

It’s hard to come off as real in a world that is so fake

People hiding who they are trying to pretend

Girls running around on crash diets afraid to even eat cake

I’d like to think that I’m already the most honest person I can be

Even if I’m a victim to a good filter every now and again

I realized that the best time spent is when I’m just being me