#realme

Filters, they’ve become a part of my society,

But yet, I try so hard to be the real me.

I’m screaming, hoping somebody will hear

‘This isn’t what I wanted; this is exactly what I feared!’

Becoming what they ask of me,

The attention I seek; it’s just a part of my psychology.

Not trying to be perfect, but claiming to achieve it,

But between you and me, I don’t believe it.

I’m not putrid or disgusting, but my habits are my own.

They say I need more filters than Margaret Taylor,

But I don’t take much advice from irrelevant failures.

I say, ‘Be gone with the Filters! They’re nothing but blasphemy!’

Because this is who I am. This is the real me.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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