No Filter?

No Filter?

I’m inconsistent

Words

short

hesitant

regretful

Outinbursts

Or e l o n g a t e d with no sense of an end that’s clean enough to satisfy.

No Filter?

I’m unorganized

Desires over priorities

Mind always wandering--

unintelligent.

Can’t understand the language my family speaks (Ninais ko dinala ko sa google isalin sa aking bulsa)

Nor most of the references my friends make.

I live my life through several filters, one on top of another

At home, I’m disappointing, innocent family child

At school, I’m a level 20 punmaster with a knack for feeling like I’ve said 2000 things wrong as I attempt to lovingly insult my friends as they have done the same.

Online, I am anything I want to be, yet I continue to hold myself back. I have set restrictions upon myself in a separate world that does not care

Unfiltered, I am filtered.

Down to the basic beliefs taught to me for almost two decades by

         Everyone

Everyone Me Everyone

         Everyone

“Respect your elders, don’t hit women, clear your plate,”

“Be yourself”

I do not feel like myself.

I am not myself.

I am afraid that being 100% unfiltered will make people hate me.

Unfiltered, I am a over-swearing, clueless mess.

No Filter?

 
This poem is about: 
Me

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