The Truth

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Every morning we look into the mirror
We decide who we want to be today
Are we boho, preppy, hipster, or some other crazy title
We need a name for what we are, who we are that day
What happened to being you

What happened to waking up and being Stacy or Delilah
When did we start putting filters on ourselves

Every morning we walk into a crowd
People look but they don’t see
They say
“oh! That’s Hipster!”
Or “Oh my God! That’s so Tumblr!”
But they really don’t see
They see the filter not you

What happened to waking up and being Stacy or Delilah
When did we start putting filters on ourselves

When did we decide that we weren’t good enough without the filters
When did we start being someone we’re not
We walk around like we’re so grown up
Like we know exactly what we’re doing
Exactly where we’re going
Exactly what we want
We walk around with our hearts covered
For fear that someone might see the truth
The truth that we don’t know what we’re doing
We don’t know where we’re going
We don’t know what we want
The truth that beneath that filter
We’re only human
We mess up
But we get back up
The truth that sometimes we don’t want to do anything
Sometimes we just want to jump into the mud
And have childish fun
Sometimes we just want to run through fields
And roll down hills.

We don’t want to go out without our filters for fear,
Fear that we may not be good enough
But who cares
Be carefree
And own who you are.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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