My Episode Without A Filter
Without a filter it would not be,
A good idea to show the inside of me;
When I'm sad or mad, without a doubt,
Everyone knows it cause' it just comes out;
I cry, mumble, or feel hurt inside,
And even though I'm never shy;
Sometimes I cuss, or just sit there;
Sometimes I ball up my fists, without a care;
After the episode I calm down,
Saying "I'm sorry," and frown,
I'm not very good at using a filter,
But I need one so I can act nicer;
I know everyone needs one to think,
So please make sure you do not have a leak.
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