No Filter No Door
Behind closed doors...
That can mean so many things
Who are you?
When no one is looking
When no expectations are placed on you?
Authenticity is such a hard thing
To find in a world like ours
When it seems to be that sincerity
and being Real is taken for granted
and unwanted within society
but I will lay my soul bare
for those willing to look
to see
what real authenticity means.
I have bags under my eyes that are deeper
Than the blue of the midnight sky
that reflect the Restless nights
Overthinking and stressing
About becoming a failure.
My worst fear is rejection
and it hinders me so until
I can force myself to even
Speak up in class.
I am a lover without someone to love
and so I have turned bitter
but I still strive to be kind.
I will always strive to be better
I fear to be stagnant.
I fear I will never see the world.
I fear I will become a papergirl
Flimsy, with no structure or depth.
I am a dreamer who
is not Sure she can
survive Reality.
But most of all I am a girl
Who just wishes to leave a mark
On a world that is no longer
willing to recieve.
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