Strong

Days are tough

I put on a happy face

Mask the pain

No one knows

The real you beside few

I feel lost

Tears fall down

People always ask, "why be sad?"

"Just be happy"

My true self

The #filter shows me as perfect

Nobody is perfect

But we try

Young girls too scared of imperfection

So we hide

I seem okay

But my demons are contantly taunting me

"You're no good"

But I fight

Behind the filtered smile

I am Strong