When will they come off?
Individuality lost with a press of a button
Creativity limited by the boarders of a screen
Beauty eclipsed by filters
An attempt to imitate perfection
Has become the new trend
That brought an end
To what I have held onto so dearly,
To what I have known so clearly,
My identity
Innocence at the verge of corruption
But beyond that stage,
I’m a gladiator fighting her way
Through a maze
Turning left and right
Not knowing what way is right
But willing to take the turn that will get me out of this place
That has become my cage
A cage that has begun to shape my ways
Confusion begins to take its place
Creating a web of lies
Corrupting my mind
It’s time to bring it down
Take away the filters
And let the beauty glitter
This façade of filters over filters
Has become the new trend
That will not be my name
I refuse to continue the game
That will bring an end
To my identity
It’s time to hold on tight
To what is mine
Filters are my castle
They are the walls supporting the lies
Beauty eclipsed by imperfection
No one can see the true pain
The loneliness I disdain
This castle,
This facade I hold on to so dearly
It’s time to bring it down