The Flash, the Filter
The flash-
The filter-
It's how I hide.
The picture that everyone sees isn't me though
It's just a reflection of this person
That yes looks practically like me
But that mirror image isn't even close to being so.
If anything I become distorted through the edits and lighting
Such to an extent that I lose track of myself-
Who am I really?
That's the question that needs answering.
Maybe behind the picture
I'm this girl who has a story
I'm this girl who has a dream
I'm this girl who won't back down from the pressure.
Maybe without the filter I could be something more
I could be flawless in my own skin
I could be a world class explorer
I could be a warrior of an inner war.
Who am I really behind this flash?
I guess I'm just some shy brown eyed girl
With brown ringlets framing my face
Who's hiding in fear that others will reject me like trash.
The flash-
The filter-
It's not really who I am.