Not Rude to Be Rude

Not Rude to Be Rude

My filter is my mask,

Hiding who I want to be.

My filter is a smile,

Hiding anger and sensitivity.

Without the smile, there is always a frown.

There are always my eyes that are looking down.

Without the smile, there is always the frustration,

Hating the stupidity and ignorance of the nation.

Without the honesty I would so love to give,

I suffer in silence and I do not live.

My bluntness is a sword that is too hard for many to handle.

I must filter it down and blow out the fire of the candle.

People do not want the truth as much as they would like you to believe,

So I must hide my truth, like treasure is hidden by thieves.

While my face does not hide behind the Photoshop,

My words are masked and cut and cropped.

But without the filters and alterations,

I am an honest person with many temptations.

I am impatient and rude and a cynic,

Yet all I want to do is work with patients in a clinic.

I am not rude to be rude, but rather rude to be true.

It is only with the truth that you can truly be you.

So while I may not wear a lot of make-up and hide behind a fake face,

My fake words hide me plenty well and make me lose the race.

My bluntness is a sword, yes, but you can't cut a steak with a spoon.

So if you find the true me harsh, then look at the logic to its tune.

These filters I've put up are to keep you from wimping out,

But, in reality, I hate it and would rather see you pout.

It must sound mean, the words written here.

Let me assure you to have no fear.

I merely meant I won't give up me

Just to make you sincerely happy.

-- Sarah Autry