Behind the screen is not what it seems.
I don't imply that I'm a phony
But what appears is that they think they know me.
I must say behind virtual filters, are more filters.
Internet, society, reality, and sanity.
Behind an avid internet user is a human
under human is a girl
descended is me
In front there's no we, it's them.
In back is no us, its me.
Not wanting to be wanted
Not wanting to be unwanted
Alone or accompanied
Who would know what am I to be.
Every thought within its own thought.
Pros and Cons never gone.
This brain and personality
Because of these, I question my sanity.
Behind the filters is someone crazy
Erased blemish, brightened complexion, beautiful smile
Instead, visible imperfection, untoned surface, and a look of denial
Because this is what both media and reality, made me.
Girl to human
Human to web user
In real life, I'm a creative, pretty, and all things more.
If that means loser then it's settled.
I rather always lose than to be, belittled.
If you're not fond of me, it's all ok.
Do the usual and just ignore.
But I get advantages, more fulfilling joyment, and expanded ways.