Sad, Isn't it?
I'll never truly be perfect but, that doesn't stop me from trying.
I'll never see myself how I should, but that doesn't stop people from talking
The real me without filters, the real me without a mask
Is probably a monster, without much caring for the world
I don't feel empathy for those poor people starving
I don't care about the enviroment because soon I'll be leaving
The fun fact about life, anyones at that, is that eventually we'll all be gone.
So to be honest using a filter for anything, seems kind of strange.
To hide a part of yourself just so others will like you
To pretend to be someone you are not.
It just seems worthless and pretty much idiotic.
But we do it anyways
because
who wants to be
with a monster?
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