Why I Use A Filter

Yes I have imperfections

And not the sweetest complexion

Yet I try to look at those and say

“I have been given blessings”

These scars are lessons

I remember in my reflections

They do not go away

But over time the pain lessens

I suffer from depression

Wearing a false expression

Looking sunny while it rains

So I don’t give the wrong impression

But if I took off my mask

To show them who I really am

I know that they would ask

For me to put it on again

Outside is calm and crystal clear

Inside, a storm of raging tears

Emotions tumbling, hate and fear

My limit is past, the break is near

I truly believe if they could hear me

None would really want to come near me

Though I wish that they could see me clearly

My filters stay on for I care for them dearly