Without My Filters

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.