#NoFilter Poem     MONSTER               

Who am I?

Without a filter

Is something

That most don’t like

Asshole, insane, crazy

Names that I’ve been called

The few times I am without a filter

People hate it

Me I just don’t care

Its my monster

When its out I fell free

I hide it in my steel cage

Were I show nothing and give nothing

Because its my monster

And I’ll chose

 when I want to show it

so for now

let me put on my filter

and call me what u like to see

smart, nice, perfect child

just remember its my monster

and I wont remove my filter

cause u asked because you wont like him

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