#nofilter

#nofilter

This is a hard poem for me to write

Because not even I know the insight

I am a person who can help others

But cannot help myself

I tell people to aim for the highest

When I take the easy way (the bottom shelf)

In other words, I am a hypocrite

You ask me for advice...

I know the right thing to say

But when I ask myself for advice,

Everything in my mind just fades away

I cannot define who I am

Because I do not know

All I do is look in the mirror

And watch myself grow

I don't take time to figure out me

I just walk around happy,

Smiling with all my teeth

In other words, I am as fake as a mime

I tell people to cherish their mothers,

When I can't even do that with mine

Who am I with no filter?

Well your guess is as good as mine

Even though it seems like it,

I'm not happy all the time

I suffer within myself

Trying to figure out who I am

Maybe the Monopoly Man can tell me

When I'm sitting at his right hand