We walk around pretending we're fine.
No one ever seems to want to find the time
To walk the fine line
Between knowing someone
through a hashtag or a username
And showing them actual compassion.
We interact with each other's masks
As we lose our true selves
To the filter of fabricated perfection.
We can't deal with the possible rejection
Of the detection of who we actually are.
Hiding behind our complexions
Void of any imperfections
It's like an infection
It's like a disease
It's an addiction.
I wish some conviction existed
To stop us from the restriction
Of our actual depiction.
Life shouldn't be a work of fiction
But an accurate description
Of the actual friction present in our lives
So we don't end up like walking contradictions.
Society has made it seem like perfection
is the key
"Don't get that, get this degree"
"Be full of glee"
"Don't do that anymore that's annoying
don't you see?"
"Hide that sadness" they told me.
We end up covering everything that makes us
raw, real, living, breathing human beings.
And that's the fee.
Well I don't want to pay the toll.
I don't want any filters that end up hiding my soul
From the world where I have a unique role
That no one else can hold.
I want full control
Over my feelings, thoughts, dreams, and goals
And how I'm pictured to the world
With no filter of perfection
Skewing the image of my imperfections
and the parts of me that make me whole.