Not a filter in a picture,

but a filter in life,

My skin hides my insides,

my hate, my strife.

My filters only let the good shine through,

so I can stand the sight of the mirror and choose,

that I am great,

I'm an overcomer,

I don't let hate make myself another,

Because behind closed dorrs,

protected by walls,

I sometimes feel like the crap between stalls.

But I know that when filters leave,

I believe that the true me will start to see,

that i strive, I thrive,

I am not a quitter

I am my best,

without a filter