Free flowing voices in control of the stream my mind takes. 

Constant struggle to hide my face everyday and cover my mistakes. 

Have to be 4.0, straight A, never stopping, floating through like ghost hauntings. 

No one hears the wars inside my head, the constant voices, always taunting. 

"You'll never go to college! You'll never find the cash! 

You thought you'd make it out of this hell hole?!" All my dreams are burnt ash. 

Filters help me hide my pain and show the world a smile. 

Without them I'm just grasping on, gasping all the while. 

It's hard to make it through one day exposed in my barest form. 

But if being me is what it takes to see that I'm not some worhtless worm, 

Then I guess I'll turn thouse filters off, no more instasize, 

Have to figure out which voice is truth and which one speaks in lies.