Without My Filters

Sun, 03/01/2015 - 21:31 -- ktbozer

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Without my filters

I am something no one has ever seen.

That is the most scary thing ever.

 

Maybe someone,

Someday,

Will be able to understand me in my most natural state

but I have not met them yet.

 

I hide behind the filters,

On my mouth,

On my body

just like one hides behind their clothing.

 

Maybe someday,

Sometime,

I will show everyone who I really am,

but will they be ready?

 

Am I ready for my true self.

I don’t have my support yet to hold me up when I am beaten to the ground.

Grinded up like a measly little bug.

I am not a bug.

 

I am me.

I need to respect myself.

I will respect myself

I will respect myself because I am beautiful without my walls of filters.

 

I will respect myself because I met that person now,

They understand me in my natural state.

They are ready and I am ready.

I can fly away now like a bird.

 

Without my filters

I am something no one has ever seen.

That is the most beautiful thing ever.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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