You Can Only Filter So Much
Who am I beneath a social filter?
I'm not Ludwig, Lo-Fi or black and white
But pale and blue eyed with a crooked smile
Chewed nails, dead ends, frail arms and bad posture.
Who am I beneath a social filter?
Not Facebook likes or retweets on Twitter
But nice and fair, though my past disagrees
I am stronger than I ever used to be.
Who am I beneath a social filter?
Someone who feels pain as much as pleasure
Though I do not publicize it much
I fight battles everyday that go unknown
Above all that I am a real human
Imperfect yet shameless, cool but still kind
Caring for others as I do myself
As a human, life offers no filter.
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