No Sepia, Valencia, or Black and White

February 24, 2015

I use plenty of filters on my selfies,

although my mouth could use a few itself

I'm the type that talks too much,

swears too much,

complains too much

I can be an over-exaggerator,

a bit contradictory, or maybe a lot

Underneath my filters,

sifted through all the bad,

hides the good

My heart thinks lavish,

my head thinks modest

I look strong,

I am weak

I cry not enough

and castigate more than enough

Often times I am insufficient in confidence,

yet I am exceedingly stressed

Easily impressed,

doubtingly impressive

Devotional, yes

Committing, NO

Je sais Francais,

mais je jamais utilisé ça

A filter does not shield who I am,

A filter aids me to censor my bad

Me without a filter is not me,

for I am who I make myself out to be

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