The Real Me

Who am I without the filters on my phone?

I may be confused but I’m not alone

You see my pics and you think I’m fine

But deep down I’m cry’in inside

I try to hide the pain and the hurt

I guess I just want to revert

Back to the time when everything was fine

Maybe I just crossed the line

My words say little, but my pictures speak volumes

Dig a little harder, swim a little deeper, and you’ll understand my problems

So who am I without the filters on my phone?

I’ll figure it out and make myself known