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Self esteem is a made up thing. Paint your face. Lose weight. What’s the point of it?  Does being pretty make you a better person?
No more little playgrounds to play on, I'm a big girl now, At the crack of dawn, I'm up and learning who, what, when, where, why, and how.   No more silly jokes for me,
No more little playgrounds to play on, I'm a big girl now, At the crack of dawn, I'm up and learning who, what, when, where, why, and how.   No more silly jokes for me,
I am from Marie Smith and Kroix Smith From single mother poverty and no high school education.                 But I am from my mother and brother’s arms Ready to embrace always, “I love you.”
You're not the same Little Girl Scared at 4 You're not the same Little Girl Broken and unsure  He doesn't dictate how you let men treat you Let it go, Little Girl You're a woman now
Change, I never preferred Change, I just didn't like the word But somethings cannot be controlled I learned that at just eight years old On a December day I was diagnosed
A simple ritual, done without a thought. Fix the dinner, tuck her in, make sure the doors are locked. Say goodnight and go to bed, then a thought goes through my head.
If you listen carefully, you’ll understand exactly what to do.If you don’t, then you won’t be able to better me.
The first day of school Daddy dropped me off Racing out of the car I did a twirl Then a hop A beeline to Mrs. King's My own girl. Sixth grade Girls started to shave
One small portion of the brain Is all it takes to bring us pain Fear is a funny thing   When all I feel is overwhelm And fright begins to take the helm It pushes me to sing  
I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Now or never. After all, what have I got to lose?  
Math Just the thought makes me tremble To my core Not knowing any more Why I suffer through
When I see xy+5 = y I see college algebra I know it's easy But my head spins round and round I feel like I'll pass out and probably die   From graphs to quadratics 
take a deep breath, hold your head high, smile and walk out onto that stage!
I stand in front of a crowdcompletely clothedI have on a jacket, a shirtI have on a pair of pants, a pair ofsocksI have on panties and I have on abraWith fear therefore no excitement My jacket is my protectionIt protects me from the rain ofwhisper
For days at a time feeling nothing at all I fought against the dark that kept pushing down yelling my name begging for give not knowing where I even began What is an identity
I don't know why  But it's always this way  When I laugh or cry  Your'e always there for me  The situation never matters  Because I always feel the same  You meet my expectations 
I don't know why  But it's always this way  When I laugh or cry  Your'e always there for me  The situation never matters  Because I always feel the same  You meet my expectations 
how did I overcome one of my fears?/well, there were many days of failure./days of grief that destroyed me./days of sadness that buried me./days of darkness that blinded me./but, between the hurt,/the pain,/the suffering,/there were days of joy./d
In the heights, I fear In balloon ride, I go In heights zero fear
The house was a new house Both beautiful and fond Filled with joy and love And an inseparable bond   The house was a new house
                                Letting Go... 
I. The first day I realized   freedom is not free without a cost,   I was thirteen— when we read To Kill a Mockingbird and I could not help but think  
There was once a girl who had the world in her corner, but it never seemed to belong to her.   She glanced at certainty.  Such a fickle thing it was.  
I hear them everyday They drag me around I hear them in my head They make a terrible sound Forever stuck in me Even through the seas Away I want them to be Real pain inside of me
I don’t know much about corruption. She thinks her daughter is corrupted. Ask me, I know she’s finer than a dime. Oh, she thinks her daughter is corrupted.  
My eyes are wide shut Looking at the world around me Moving swiftly but going no where. My eyes are wide shut Seeing but not believing the insanity that surrounds me. My eyes are wide shut
Freshman through Senior Novemeber through March 3 pm to 6 pm My time with Meri Ames She pushed me passed all limits I know Dribble Dribble Dribble Shot Dribble Dribble Dribble Shot
Ma
I know you’ve been there and I know you struggled, it’s been almost 3 years since yo son been in trouble. I been thinking bout my life..
I think, therefore I am Yet, you placed your ideology Onto me, shaping me. As I was a seedling, You watered me; a downpour of politics a waterfall of what is right and wrong
  She told me not to stand in front of her grave to weep, she  said she won’t be there, she’ll be in a deep sleep,   day and night, I wanted to ask but she had told me to  continue on doing my task
I’m from blue scrubs and big black boots, locks of wheat, and dark sunglasses. From the roaring of jets and shouting of commands, scars of white in the sky, and the reveille.
I met you at the nursing home, T’was Bingo we were to play, You brightened as we entered, as I asked about your day.  
Defined by others before I could ever define myself Put down by others before I had the chance to ever get up  Existence with no purpose They say i'm a triple threat to society All I did was attend school
9 to 5 living plus school afterwards Life feeling in a rut Keeping eyes on the prize When they aren’t forcing themselves shut   Outlets keep him sane in an insane world
9 to 5 living plus school afterwards Life feeling in a rut Keeping eyes on the prize When they aren’t forcing themselves shut   Outlets keep him sane in an insane world
you took away from me the only parts of myself that i ever loved and made me despise them as much as all the other things  that i could never stand   you stole my heart and ran with it  
 What poetry has taught me is easy to see.  It's made me actually deal with, well, me.   I have learned that it's okay to have insecurities. It's alright to acknowledge the anxiety.   
The soul yearns for a place to call its home Beside the hearth of friendship’s warm embrace Where candor rides the breeze like glitt’ring ash
Gloomy clouds settled over a dark, barren land of hopelessness, sorrow, and pain. Tears dropped from the sky,  puddling into useless pools of agonizing, lonely despair. 
Poetry, is just words, words given form. Back in 10th Grade Regular English, that was the norm Why I care about poetry? It's everywhere I go. Poems in itself, in songs and TV shows.
I will never be able to write poetry that my mother understands In English, I write a flow of flowery soliloquies about my country,       about my people,            about her
We had this poetry slam last week in school And listening to everyone was pretty cool   The words they spoke were so unexpected
Your body is your temple   Sweetie, to yourself you don't have to lie   All bodies are beautiful  
Dear Past Self, I know what you’re expecting me to say. That it’s going to get easier and don’t give up. Or maybe That this is only the bottom of the mountain And you have much further to climb.
Dear Anonymous, My armor was strong and unbreakable Walls piled high with an all-day guard Somehow you dodged my protection And found your way in and slowly but Surely my armor fell down around you and I
Dear Sad Girl, With the sad sad eyes,who pretends to be happy but inside wants to die. Here’s a note for you to read when your worries come like a stampede.
A precious little bundle in a pink and purple blanket she was cuddled A sweet little girl Your natural, fresh-water, gleaming pearl
l o v e   to have someone to hold while you sleep, arms and legs tangled with each other in a way that is so kind and so pure. to cry and have someone there
Love is a tree that bends in a gale, but does not break. Love is a second chance, but not a third. Love is a hand that generous, but accepts repayment. Love is self-sacrificing, but not a scapegoat.
The true feels of a healthy relationship is one that brings out the best in you. They build you up, not bring you down.
I thought it was so romatic that you told me to take french class with you, Because I love you.  I felt captivated by your charm and humor. I stayed up later than usual to talk to you on the phone.
She changed slowly, so I didn’t Even notice it getting bad. It snowballed, And I fell Apart.  
Is it because of you, that I love you...or?   Is it because you taught me that true lovers will share things you have to, but don't like to hear?  
Everyone deserves to have a healthy relationship wether it's with a significant other or a friend, it's something no-one can pretend. Even through hardships and struggles that relationship should never end.
The meaning of love,  Often visualized as doves,  Flying through the skies, Going above doubt and lies.   But we each have our own definition, Whether we're tied into submission,
Because I love you I wish you would say it too But if you won't I will not Taunt I'll tell you why I love you   You never leave my side I would love to be your bride
Because I Love You   Words on a paper, words on a screen, A phrase said outloud. Powerful when spoken, and hurtful when taken.
I will wait for eternity for your answer if you don't know it I will walk the 300,000 miles inbetween us if you need me I will be your fountain of advice if you need it Because I love you
We all know the story of the 7 dwarves. There's me, grumpy and then those other dorks. Since we're were younger We have been stuck together By our crazy insane mother Thinking we're birds of a feather.
Once upon a time, Once upon a time, over and over history has chimed. All the classical stories, the songs and the rhymes, now what if you found out that it was all lies?
Our world is full of diversity which is unique about life Helping and caring for each others is what makes me feel alive The land of the brave and the free We stand for whats right for you and for me
America, oh how beautiful Oh how sweet But is all who inhabit it, singing this beat? The homeless, the imprisoned. The ones who are scared to share their vision Because they may not fit the one of God's
One nation under God, With liberty and justice for all. This may be true if you are white, You didn't have to fight for your right To be considered equal.   Fear, oppresion, and injustice cause unrest.
Streets of gold Buildings made with pearls Oh what a wonderful country thy are! Thy has fed me the sweetest of berries  Thy has maintained my hands purified Thy has shown me the variety of colors around me
America, the land of opportunity A country under scrutiny. Promising dreams to inspire a nation But only with the proper education. Those with privilege have no doubts, Their money has seen no droughts.
It was a beige Wednesday A pale grey sky The cold sweep of air punctures the lungs of people who breathe Expanding their rib cage
America the Great? Really...how do we rate? There are homeless and poor... So we could do more to aid and to feed to help those in need. There also are wars, hate, crime and pollution.
Who am I-  so quiet and shy? Wake up, Go to school, Repeat. What does this say about me? Join a club or make a friend.  The choice is yours- for it is your time to spend.
i feel like a shell; a phrase which doesn’t suggest i feel hollow.   a shell protects whats inside, but that isn’t to say that
Over the course of time, These twelve months in this last year, I've had some obstacles to climb And I have conquered some of my fear.   In this year gone past, I've gone through quite a lot.
Life isn't meant to be all beautiful and happy and full of excitement. Sometimes life if going to be dark and dull and full of disapointments. lifes not a fairytail or a movie or a dream.
Her heart is frozen. She feeds off tears. She belives in fear before love. Love isn't for her. Shes careless. Her only kriptonite is happiness. Shes cold-hearted. She stabs people in the back with her cold blades. She lives for heart break.
Fake a smile, force a laugh. Every breath I take makes me feel so broken. Hide the pain, wipe the tears. I'm trying to pretend it won't happen again. Swin in thoughts, drown is secrects. Some things are better left unsaid.
Life's a game I have to play. Heads or tail? Nevermind. your going to loose either way. Game over! But maybe thats were it all started. Its three AM and im wide awake. Nothing to do but think. Dads paying time, moms paying bills.
I was always inside. I didn't know what it was like outside. I was in my own world. I loved being inside. Or maybe thats just my excuse from leaving. I always stayed inside. Watching people go outside was tempting, But I kept inside.
My school life is getting hectic My anxiety is overflowing From microbiology to my nursing courses My panic starts clearly showing   I think I’ve had enough My stress has reached the max
Words cannot express  The joy I feel when I open my mouth to sing words with sultry sounds The serenade of emotion filling each verse Everytime I fill the room with a melody My heart is fulfilled
Happiness is what I see, Happiness is deffenitley all around me. Yet after a tiring day at work, Fatigue is all that will lurk. When im down I need something to make me smile,
Education is key   No one can be I Like I can be me.   Lathalia is beautiful  So I say it so often.   I get up every day Thank the lord  I'm still here
  There's this place I go to This cave My sacred space Once I pass the entrance I kick off the hard day's tiredness off my feet Unbuckle the rules that almost make me feel inhuman   Tightening my waist I can hardly breathe I unzip society's expect
You can't write poetry...You're a mechanic! I use my mind, my hands, my tools...I'm a poet. You can't write poetry...You're a mechanic! I communicate and fix things...I'm a poet.
I can spill my guts by only ever spilling ink.Slicing through the paper with a pen,it's the kind of permanancy everyone wishes for.A spontaneous tattoo in the binds of a notebook.  
What if you woke up and everything changed? You talked about love instead of blowing out your brains? The weight you carried became bareable? The skin that once made you feel shame turned wareable?
Poetry can be scary. Poetry is supposed to be scary. Digging through thoughts so deep, I cringe. But poetry can be happy. Poetry is supposed to be happy. Poetry is a lot of things.
I love ice cream Ice cream is my friend It's always there me when my day comes to an end   Sweet Ice cream My tasty joy I have nice dreams of  Ice cream with chips ahoy  
We have seen this countless times before We fall for those who will never reciprocate The feelings we have and show Though we may care that much for someone
When i rise from my slumber, I see the world Full of yellow and blues. My world is a carousel and the carousel                      never                                stops
How was I able to seeWhen my eyes were not able But she was right in front of me Convincing myself it must be fable 
If someone asks me what I couldn’t live without, it would be you. You always seem to be floating around, Wrapping me in your warm embrace,
Uneventful brain canvass leaves much to be desired.Ancient wisdoms, science laws I've struggled to acquireFrom the corner of my eye they sink into the mirethat stagnant swamp that's left behind when big souls lose their fire.
They ask what can I not live without I thought and thought But now I doubt   I thought it would be my phone or computer This generation's addicted
Distract without one, I  would be alone with my  thoughts- tearing my mind to  pieces. 
 Stranded upon a hellish terrain Dabbling in loneliness and disdain A silent killer moves in for a strike What will accompany me in this empty life?
When one is alone Not lonely. Truly, honestly alone. A grown up child Will seek the comfort  From not so long ago. The warmest embrace.  A mother's reassurance That you have not failed
Waiting for a chance to make words ring, For the ideas in my head to start to sing. When the time is right, I will own the night. So I'll sit and wait silently, For my words to set me free.
I am misunderstood I am confused I am alone I am not what I expected I am parentless I am struggling I am trying I am hard working I am gaming I am fishing I am sleeping
Good is Gone when the neighborhood dies, The friends you walked to school with have moved on with their lives. You wonder, why is the neighborhood so empty? Was the fun just temporary?
Why is education so easy to bash on? Are we not, feeling classes arms long? Why is it so hard to get funds for school?
Allow me to reintroduce myself.
Am I the child that begs? The child that wants more, Because I'm hungry but not for food? Am I the child that crawls? The child on hands and knees, Because I can't take a step but can walk?
I am now made of it-
A little boy, about yeigh high, sits by himself, video games by his side.
  Life is fantastic
My days aren't always great, but when they are, it's very sunny. Sometimes I may run late and have to hop to it like a bunny. But boy you should know that my life is crazy awesome
I rarely watch the news because of the content it shows, it's ironic because we say "stop the violence" but constantly it grows,
Everything Is Awesome It is amazing how we rest and store energy To wake up again and again from the kissing sun
Freedom Stand up for what you believe in Fight for what you believe in Even bleed for what you believe in We are all born with it as we cry our way on to the American soil   Freedom
I was so excited when I got my first acceptance.  
"Children are a gift from God you hear?" "Children are a blessing" they said. 97 was the year Graduation was on the mind of all her peers, I was born February 17th,
Upset, angry, tired, cold, Chocolate, espresso beans, warm pork-pulled. When I feel bad: food is there, Food is awesome and I don't care.  
The beauty in what we see ,started before there was a "you" and "me" Before society burned fuels and cut away our trees. Before the air we breathed was filled with air of pollution and debris.
love is when  he comes over to your house at midnight because its raining  just to kiss you even though your mom said no, and his mom said no too because he knows you love it when it happens in movies
Many times we get hurt my words Wether we be diffrent or just nerds  We carry much sadness and pain To what extent will we ever gain We often thank we are alone  And often we complain with a groan
A year ago, this room would have been empty. He would have been confined to his room Confined to his own thoughts obscuring the emptiness. Maybe more than a year had passed.   
Broken and brutally beat
  I saw him on the corner of the street, Holding a sign, With the same words the rest of them say. What is he really going to use the money for? Everyone knows.   I walked into the store, A child running up and down the aisles, His mother yelling....
I am the product of my Father’s hand, a creation of God, knit carefully into a man. I am the effect of love and nurture, a home that cares and builds and corrects. I am the aftermath of disaster, of learning
If you stepped inside my mind, Through my staring brown eyes, You would see the filter fall.   When I look inside my mind, I see the clutter, the disorder, and the beauty of all that I have become.  
I have no use for filters I could not care less about them If you need one to see yourself Then who are you without them?   Cary Grant did not need one He looked sharp in any tone
"Tell me about yourself." My teacher thumbs through a stack of personality pages, plops one, unceremoniously, on my desk.   "This is just so I can get to know you all." 
Without filters, my photos bare entry into my soul A crystal clear snapshot of life that Instagram posts cannot hold   When choosing a filter, sadness and sorrow get glossed over and hide
I stand in the middle- of  a cicle. We all stand there- I suppose. All around there are millions, trillions, zillions- googolplex paths I could have chose.   But I am unsure, so-
She walks down the street With a skip in her feet Smiling at the people that passed her by; they turned the corner She released a deep sigh She waited until they were gone And then the tears fell
Nightshade waves cascade down  framing porecilin white skin and red, seductive lips. Her hips, gentle curves that have been touched, carressed.   At first she seems okay.
I go about my life busy like an ant on a hill, but one day I stopped and decided to chill. I found if I listen, it's not that difficult, I could find some peace that wasn't invisible.
They say, "keep your friends close But your enemies closer." I ask, then, how do you know? Who is your friend And who is your foe? One moment it's sunshine And happiness and laughter.
It’s a list of things That goes on forever, But gets smaller as it goes, That describes who I am. Every part of the list, Looks at itself as on a ladder, And climbs the hill to be larger.
I'm the moon, not the star. I'm more natural,  Normal. I do not amaze, not everyday. I leave you              breathless on November afternoons when you see me through 
The Experience of Self              By Andrea Spencer   Silver fingers brushing soft pine’s needles -whose frost scrapes and burns this season- into her human hands.  
Me
Ask for my true self, You will receive an unsure, “I am nice and shy”
America has caught a fever FIrst it took Oscar Then it stole Treyvon Next it was Jordan, then Kendrick then Odin Following were Raymond, Jonathan then Reinesha
Just once… That’s what she said once to ease the pain
I am a nice ass,
When I look at you I don’t just see some sad, lost girl, I see someone beautiful, who makes my world melt when she smiles, I see someone whose laugh just makes me want to laugh right along with you.
My name is Brandon and I am a runner. I run, I work, I learn. I am always moving, even while asleep, and love to be outdoors. I love learning and growing and always knowing.
#Behindthefilter I look in the mirror and what do I see? A girl with an identity, oh wait that’s me
Insomnia. The result of my overbearing thoughts of a past I can’t change, of a future I’m terribly unsure of. Most nights I barely sleep, some nights not at all. However, I suppose this is what comes of one whose thoughts consume their soul.
My vanity has become an army Pictures purporting to show unparalleled perfection
Beauty cannot be measured, Nor can it possibly be the only thing that matters, But perception is reality, And what the human mind believes instantly morphs into truth, I am a slave to its tyranny,
The tablet hovers before my face And captures it with an audible click a still reflection of me will join a sea of photography and my lungs are about to be flushed with eyes that are thirsty for their
Behind the beige powder, behind the jet black liner, Behind the brave brown eyes, behind the fake smile, There is a girl.   Aside from the straight auburn hair, aside from the sculpted brows,
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I am closing walls and open doors, A memory painted on the windows of your soul In any color you like, as long as it is a shade of black.   I am discontinuous, a broken mirror
Who am I? Am I perfect No Am I confident No Am I a lier No But I am smart I am unique And maybe a little shy at times I do not fake my personality I show my true colors
washington d.c. is a monument city looking pretty a city with white monuments every where throughout the whole city, monuments for you to see, which show the american history in our life monuments that don't cause any strife.
I was born into this world by parents and adopted by you You didn’t have to adopt me, but you wanted to keep me I wanted to be your pet, love and devoted to you it’s true
Above my right eyebrow there's a scar From the day after Four Years of ignorance or innocence I discovered the death of my favorite dog.   And all around my arms
This poem deviates slightly from the suggested topic explaining, instead, the psychological state of adolescents and women in this day and age who aspire to a level of perfection that doesn't exist and how the failed attempt to do so leads to
When one looks in the mirror We all wonder what’s on the other side Is the image we see on the front Just us trying to hide   Never have I been someone different Never have I tried to change
Today I am in my khakis as I am leaving for school. I did not choose them at random for they are a dress code rule. I volunteer each Friday at dismissal and walk the 1.5 mile trek to the city hospital.
Who am I? This is a simple three word question that can bring a million answers. I am a statistic. I am a number to keep up a reputation for my school and to be counted as an American citizen.
Jesus walks with in me day by day When I show them the real me they say it's not okay They say it's weird and awkward to show who you really are
I am sorry for everything I do  I am sorry for everything I say I am sorry if this offends you
food sits dispassionate and untouched content with rejection white trash bags split at the bottom, wheezing for air no angel of death stole the breaths of a baby brother that floundered unnoticed in the periphery
With all the cups you gave,
She’s always saying speak up child
Look at me and you will see, Heart, soul, and personality No make-up can be seen, On my face so white and clean Seemingly nothing to cover or hide,
Adults always tell us that they know best They have more experience, and time, they'll attest They feed those words Into our brains Inject that message into our infant veins
  Discerning marks of beauty from blemish The tousled mess of curls, uncontrollable Processed, picked, prodded Scrutinized, analyzed, ostracized   Ripples of muscles under plump layers
Mom but woman, Wife but independent, Teacher and learner,  Beautiful and broken: I am more than one thing. English and Spanish, Bilingüe but gringa, Foreigner at home, 
Within the consticting walls of social media, I am merely but a single soul, "desperate for attention because I am out of the range of society's normalities." How about you take a closer look before your fill your mouth with judgement.
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but with blurred eyes the windows are foggy I can't see the stray bird fly or be successful in athletic hobbies  
Brown eyes that told the truth even before her mouth opened, Hair so thick the layers of it against her neck warmed even the coldest part of her, A nose that solidified her father's presence,
I walk to my room when I get home from school, And the first place I go, is to the beautiful upright piano. My heart beats to the rhythm of the music I play.
The world sees perfection My friends see intelligence My family sees dedication But what do I see?   The world thinks I'm perfect My friends think I'm a genius My family thinks I'm happy
Her phone vibrates in her pocket as another "like" is placed on the picture of her postingAs another comment is placed by the people that are boasting
I am laying down on a beach, goose pimples popping up on my legs because the air around the ocean is always cooler and moist, my hair twerking with the wind, and I am smiling awkwardly at the camera. 
Without a filter i am angry without softened words i am shouting for i live in a world where we are expected to be sheep we are looked down upon and we are blamed for turmoil
Who am I in my pixilated form? I am filtered and digitally altered It is NOW that I decide to reform Because I realize now I needn’t falter
Foundation, bronzer, and then eye make-up? No, concealer first. Cheeks are huge, contour them. No bronzer ever. I look in the mirror That’s not me. The alien attempting to achieve perfection
Behind the likes, filters, posts, and hash tags Away from the screen and into the light, There’s a girl who’d never raise her white flag.   She carries her dreams around in a bag,
Size 0,       5’11”,           big-eyed,                 long-necked,                      high-cheek-boned models parading around. Advertisements making beauty seem within reach as long as I
  Excuse me? What did you just call me? It wasn’t Miss,  Ms., Mrs., Ma’m, or Lady. It wasn’t my name. What was your reference? Oh yeah, narcissistic bitch.   Why? Actually, don’t answer,
lips brushed with melaninb a soul willing to set sail but never selling it in love with the art and not the spoils 90s new balance jack clean, proud of the skin as organic as the soul
Our Paper Bags I think we all wear paper bagsset like crowns upon our headsand although they’re all the same pale brownwe paint them.
i am short i wonder if i will become tall i hear that it is empowering towering over others
Life isn't measured by the number of likes, favorites, or views. It doesn't matter how many followers you have. Instead, life is measured by the people you impact. How many people did you help today?
Entombed inside me is something that is beyond this state of the world, beyond all the reality TV show drama, the sex scandals, the murder-suicides, what a Hollywood starlet wore this week, who got shot and blown up yesterday;
Long mellow strides carry him along the shiny tile floors, with the bright warming sun burning through the slits of the curtains.  A new day is brought upon us.
In this day and age, it is easy to virtually achieve perfection. That is what you desire, isn’t it? As long as you conceal yourself behind your mobile device, Everyone will see only what you are supposed to be-
My pouting lips, My freckles, My brown eyes brown hair and blonde tips are Exposed. My red skin, My frizzy curls, My chubby wrists cheeks and chin.
WHO
You think you know me You believe I’m like you Well you couldn’t be more wrong About the subtext of my psychology
Who Am I? I'm the guy that's up at night, too busy staring in the sky. Brought up in the country state of Texas, But I guess I'm not real because I'm not that reckless.
Here, I stand. Here, I stare Like a beggar yearning for a meal. Incessant cycles of foolish decisions, My mind agrees to no longer empower My regression. Finally, I decide to fight for and steer
“Oh, and please leave room for cream” I smile and tell the minimum-wage-earning teen behind the counter that he can keep the change. He thanks me and I think it might have been his first tip today.
She
I am reserved Silent and unoticable
"They" say the first love is the sweetest. But why is that so? Well as "they" say, "you reap what you sow." "They" say love is blind. But what does that show?
How can you ask for no filters? Do you think look I fake with filters? Well yes, I do. That's the point. This face, this hair, this body that was deemed perfect from my genes,
I am an anomaly. A flying rocket ship. When times are getting tough i shy away from my relationship.   I am afraid of being alone, yet i crave the silence. When I am told what to do,
It is in my deepest mind can I say this. What does the world care? we talk about change, but all we have is words words to fight words to survive words to love
Insecurity tends to pulse Through people's veins. The image of perfection Contiues to flash through their minds, Like a broken record playing. They stalk their minds and emotions
Me without the fluff funny, happy, fit me without the fluff
The young boy was so quick to pick up a gun but never a book the young girls so eagered to twerk something but never to desire to learn something they wonder why they never earn nothing like respect
Rhyme is my gift because it comes to me swift and when I speak my words you will feel a drift.. I'm not cold at least not in front and if you pass me a blunt I'll send it straight with a punt.
Ruddy, thats what they call my complexion A mix of pure white and dots I am calico The contours of my body are softly proportioned  a little extra here and there but I am muscled  I am strong  
You were always there for me, Even with a damaged knee. Sam and I looked up to you, You never had a clue.   You carried your struggles As if they were light like bubbles.
Her
And so it wastr, it was me standing in this mirror. Light skin, Brown eyes, You know the same old thing. Light pink full lips that naturally pout. My lashes are long, My freakles splattered.
Okay, Honest hour… The purest form of me Is something that even I don’t get to see. The lonely, fragile yet caring heart hides behind The ruthless part
Coffee Paper   We filter our pictures because others can’t filter their words,
Dear Crush,   
I remember my father crying When it was time for me to leave— For me to learn to kill At only eighteen.   To load, shoot, reload, Until it was mechanical, I no longer had to think.  
He held the gun close to his head."I just want to be dead"
This is me Half Black Half White In a society that doesn't take that into account A society that sees me and assumes  I am fully Black Which is not bad
There is this power to all Something that can be taken with awe
Without filter we can see We can see into the depths of our souls Our hopes, dreams, and aspirations Laid bare in their natural beauty  
White clothes wipe off her face. The palette that covered her face now gone.
Born and raised in the house of God, where the family gathers to worship; Laying on the couch playing COD, when bed makes me abandon ship.   Playing on the diamond with a stick in my hand,
I was always good at faking a smile. I pretended I was strong. I kept this up for quite a while, But it just felt so wrong.   Because on the inside I was breaking. I was a captive to regret and shame.
It creeps up on her like a sly fox Slowly, it caresses her skin She ponders; wonders in incredulous delight Hopelessly, she lies awake, basking in the gloriousness of her newfound happiness Will it last?
When I look in the mirror,
Honestly, I am me. Many words have been used to decribe who I am; Dancer. Cheerleader. Student. Daughter. Some of the common ones. But not the only ones I have heard.
Kindness A word that is  Thrown                                                          Around Every                                                           Day Yet when said never seems to weigh
It was just within that moment in which I had taken a mere reflection of myself. A true reflection in which no other could see, unless filtered into perfection. I am a pure, white flower, blooming from fine, fertile land. 
Heart stopping, ears begging for more I play the strings like a mother Stroking a childs head. Softly, whisper the made up lyrics  that escape my heart.  I pick up the pencil lines crossing like 
I wanted them to see me as art to stand in awe and marvel at the thought that such beauty existed but i am not a monet i am not a picasso and as they realized that
Slurred images sink in that void of unconsciousness; That daily death that dies at dawn, And shrinks in fear of the Nine-to-Five pawn.   I listen and I hear from The Collegiate Sage
Feet that are super huge, put me a step ahead of the competitionLegs that are long, lavish and lead me to the futureAnd a head so large, brain that will lead me to be a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthiest
I think far too often There's no room for all of it in my bone skull Some get pushed out into words Mostly the shallow, people pleasing, floating on the surface things that human conversation lives off of
Fucking up is just a habit of mine. But it's my life and not for you to decide. Because in the end we all just die. But I don't want live to die.  I want to live to live. That's the meaning of being alive.
Lost Like A Grain Of Salt In A Sandstorm. Living Life Without Proper Purpose. Staring Into A Reflection And Seeing The Unknown.
There's a coursing river coming right at you no dams or cares that's a fact. But I hope you know something, this honesty isn't fantasy. I'm not a funny page, I'm imbuing knowledge
If I could change the world, I would bring the  rich and poor  together. To unite as one and come   together forever.  Yet money makes a difference, even though we all end up together 
My mind is filled with words and phrases which are trying their best to seep out onto this page, but they are being constricted. Its still lines constricting how much my words can reveal my soul;
Let me try to explain what it's like to have a mental illness. Life becomes a watercolor someone left out in the rain.
This uncontrolable jelousy  Builds up deep inside of me people say they're jealous of me they keep telling me  that im handsome enough to be in magazines and that i speak so confidently 
At 5"1 I like to say My height is classified. That's why I like social media All those "flaws" you can hide. If you were to ask about the real me, I'd roll my my brown eyes and shake my tiny head,
Eyeliner, masacara, eyeshadow, Concealer, foundation; All to take me away from me.   Which filter to choose? How to cover up myself? Maybe people will like me now.  
A mere whisper whose mind is as loud as roaring thunder whose thoughts are jumbled with black and white, no grey, has big dreams that knows she should be afraid of but is ready to conquer them, that is I.
I am a world traveler filled with interesting foods, Amazing memories, fun people, and beautiful pictures, I love coffee, tequila, and meeting new people, I am confident, I am smart, I am happy  
The world is full of imperfections.
If there's one phrase that's hard to say, If there's something we don't want to think about each passing day If there's something that would make some of us want to cry,
There's something I want to start with, that any objections to women being unable to have power because of womanly issues is a myth, I know there are plenty of strong women, and I know because of you my friend.
I may not be what you envisioned That perfect porcelian doll. It wasn't my decision
No I did not "wake up like this" This took time 
I begin to sign...   ~~~   When we were younger, All we wanted to do was play. But then we grew. And we wanted-- To Fit--
Can I even recognize myself in full color? The black and white and different hues are gone, and its like no other. There is a girl sitting in this picture. No make-up, no fashion tops, and not a speck of glitter.
Can you imagine this world that wakes up right before our eyes The trees shake, the sun shines, and the grass never dies
My mind is my healing paradox Merrily fighting with hate and love Most of my thoughts send people fleeing in flocks My madness defines me, though truth's what it's derived of
Playing my music My feelings are melody Revealing my soul
It doesn't do a lot of talking But for something that doesn't speak It sure says a lot of words. Sometimes, the camera can be this Light that shines on positvity And lets the creative and vibrant vibe come
Flawless Music   I retain all these faults that could make me flawless, I can write rhymes, tell the time, though I really shouldn’t floss less.
Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer   What am I now?   Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
Flay the skin away Piece by piece Layer after layer   What am I now?   Am I The words tumbling out of my mouth The thoughts rolling in my head The despair deep in my heart
I wonder what I can give, as far as wisdom goes,   for I am somewhat young and have many years to live. The cool Autumn wind blows
Bombs everywhere, missiles left and right, clenching my gun in my hand so tight. Side versus side, so scared but I will never show it, America the Brave, proud and heroic.
Flawless   Grace, Gods precious love. 
As tears fall down my cheek erasing my make-up stained skin, My finger clicks "delete" that forces the last of my inferior selfies down a cyber bin.
I'm not a writer I'm a canvas filler, but regardless i was always scared of my filter. Restricting me from things that could of been, now just a constant repeat of regret  within.
I turned off the filter you happy now? That I look like a mangled, deranged ugly cow? No. Dig Deeper. See what I see. A volcano range of red hot pimples? Oversized white girl dimples?
Seeing things with a different light Looking in the mirror and shaking my head… no I feel the need to dislike the reflection I see Too point out my wobbly knees my unpainted toes
I live in a world where 1+1 equal 2
Many different people like lots of different things. Some like fame or TV Others like rain when it goes drip drip drop down on your window. But me? I love words.
You are not alone Sleepy eyes Purple crescents burn bright under them Boney knees Baggy pants conceal lack of nutrition A broken heart, longing to stop beating It screams in agony
Im flawless... From my feet up to my noggin And anybody that's thinking different, we're surely to have a problem. Im great!! At least, that's what I say when I look into a mirror
I don't know what I want
Who am I? I am made of fire.
I was born into a world of loss and pain But I still live my life happy worshiping God’s name My mama working all the time
I AM THAT GIRL Just like my girl Rosie. Don't mind me if I get a bit noisy, Cause I'm standing up for all the girls, All the girls around the world.   I AM THAT GIRL It's a positive thing. 
Raped by the words of my brothers and sisters. Their eyes watch as I fall. But I will be the one laughing, As I rise higher than they ever could. Constantly worrying about others’ needs. What about me?
Here a girl of 17 sat playing with her nails.She wore black and was thin and very frail.Her dark brown locks hid her face as she stared blankly into space.
Around around on the merry go round.The little girl shall never be found.The merry go round is here to stay.The little girl has run away.Up and down the horses go.The little girl hated school she had wrote.
White Frosting here and there.Putting flowers in her hair.Color of red stain to decorate for this joyous daySome powder here, a fix up there.Now its ready for today.Getting lowered into the ground,
When surrounded by peopleI need space.When alone my thoughts surrounded me.I cant breath. Im confusedtiredhopeless. I dont understand, and at this point.I dont think I want to.
Cheeks hollow skin cold lips thin collarbones. Shoulders bare Straight thin hair no stomach to hide space of thighs.
All is calmjust shallow breaths heard.Drip driptime slows down. Your life fades past like many times before.Only at the end you find yourselfat a different door.
A little like leads to love. A little hug leads to comfort. A little tear leads to a sob. A little smile leads to a laugh. A little whisper can lead to a crush. A little hope leads to faith.
Fake smileDried eyesscratched wristsbruised thighswhite pillsrope tiesgun loadedsuicide
It's who I am. I've always been tall. And no, I don't play basketball or volleyball. I am constantly stranded in a sea of small and world of petite. Yes, my feet are large, but imagine if I had small feet.
Rain bites Wind blows I fight For a future A better me I do it without thee   Water runs Rockets rise I have seen many suns And many moons Rise and fall
I didn't grow up in a home, I grew up in houses, 13 schools and a murder attempt and "Run as fast as you can, find the neighbor, and stay there till I call the police!" My mom's ex-boyfriend,
you are by Damon Dixon   you are powerful beyond belief
Nature is a mystery, but I am unique. The world spins around in an orbit, but my head spins through imagination of wild stories. Out of boredom, the weather becomes a hectic storm,
Without filters my pictures ar
There are these things called flaws Do you like what you see There are these things called flaws Seen in you and me   Flaws we se see Oh what a shame Just differences
At some point, I thought that dandelions taught me how to live.
Cry your final tears now,don't hold it in For tomorrow holds another chance to live again Keep your head held high in confidence and pride Just let go, relax, enjoy the ride Things will pan out in the end
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Trying to invent myself. I'll juggle it all and make all the right choices. I'm overwhelmed. Like a cloud stretching to cover the entire Earth.  It reminds me that I am small.
I am a lyricist not a musician I write words that speak to your soul not the heart It may seem uncertain but the lyrics that I write show the hidden feelings within
We have all been there: The awkward stage. We all can relate To those uncomfortable times.   When all the girls had Frizzy uneven hair And boys had scrawny Arms and glasses.  
Black is the color that describe my past  And the color of who I am  But what black is not  Is also who I am  Bright, with a mind that think right  With different shades that show my true might  
Covering, protective layer, skin For the body is just a house that the soul lives in
Covering, protective layer, skin For the body is just a house that the soul lives in
There was a face A face I analyzed like a dissection  Blemished with scars and beauty marks Stained with exhaustion and fear Consumed by society’s ideals A face that did not realize what it was worth
Searching on social media you will not find me I'm too busy practicing all the right degrees The filters hide my fears and flaws Your half naked pictures should be outlawed Erasing the impurities from my flesh
What is beauty? What is beautiful? Depends on what you see Someone youthful? Though pictures are less than truthful Cameras are off kilter Making perfection doable With layers of filter
Slammed into lockers, pushed into walls. This life just wont stop hurting. When I am all alone, I can see the world, for what it truly is. I walk alone on the edge of the road,
She doesnt know she poor, Even when life tells her in many ways Her refrigerator becomes empty. Whenever she is hungry she can't even find a whole meal. Her family barley has enough food to last them until they can get more.
Isn't she lovely? The way her hips move side to side. isnt she lovely? The way her clothes hug her skin tight. isnt she lovely? The way her makeup is bold and bright. isnt she lovely?
See just before fire was sent to the rain Before I even saw a glimpse of the pain Before the arrow was shot through my heart Before peoples' words could tear me apart There was hope! Yes, little but there was Hope
I am not relaxed! Scared, anxious. College is here! Make it all slow down!
I am beautiful. God has made me into the woman he wants me to be. I am not defined by the number of likes I get on a picture or the number on a scale.
scrub your hands you dirty thief every last pocket full of stolen gems a crown of shame to mark the broken wash your mouth you little bitch scream profanities & curses
I am John Daniel Gresham I am not perfect, far from it in fact. I am a sinner, and I'm a teenager. I  am a rebel with no cause. I make good friends, and I also make bad friends. 
There are a million filters I could choose,
You pass through life and it's all a blur, But something catches your eye. A momentary pause
A joyous smile
Take a look around, tell me what you see - 
You aren't!  They say,
We all live in this world We fight to be noticed Though, we all live in a mold.   Some cannot fight against those who are stronger, So we let them pull us under.  
Why Me? Why was I cursed? Having a huge chest Is definitely the worst Nothing fits right I can't ever find a bra They're always too tight Or not tight at all My back really hurts
I sat and watch the stars above How gracious how belove The nature and the love The earth is full of beauty, With nature unity What a blessed creativity
One foot at a time I climb into my wet suit Puff of air As I check my tank The unknown mysteriousness awaits Bubbles float to the surface The world starts to bounce in the glistening sunlight
Too plain Miss Jane Hair pulled up No foundation, just her natural blush.   How plain Miss Jane Eyes neutral Fair skin spotted with rose scares.   Pretty plain Miss Jane
I... am flawless. From the dark, brown dreads that represent the crown on my head, to the white, stylish sneakers tightly laced on my feet, I... am flawless.  I awaken in the morning to encourage my very being,
They have put me in an ice chamberThey have made me their PierrotMy kingdom of self hateNever good enough
So who the hell am I? Let's see...   I'm a fricking nerd-dork weirdo with barely qualifyed coolness, I'm an anime weeaboo and self-proclaimed "voice-acting officinado" of sorts,
A little more left. Shift the angle, the lighting, the camera lens. Fix your hair as a strand bends                on                the
You may think that it's funny, Puts some laughter in your tummy.
When you look into the crowd She won’t stand out She’ll be in the background Watching, observing, learning no doubt   She doesn’t post pictures on Facebook or Instagram
You see this walk? It is the walk of  defeated man Of a man who is living Only for the hope, that one day It will be worth it And that one day It will get better And for a girl
lie
lie your so casual, how you dance around in my mind finally tripping out my mouth like broken melody's  like shattered vowels cutting through my teeth where is your manners?
A daughter needs her dad so he can teach her his morals and life lessons, she needs him to teach her how to be strong, and a daughter needs him to help pick up the pieces when times get rough and he is gone.
I see her staring at me Both picking out each others flaws wondering how it could be Thinking about society laws on beauty wishing I could withdraw. I stare at her picking out every beauty mark;
Their made to torment us To lock us away
I am Flawless, Just open up your ears, I am Flawless without photoshop Now wait, this will make your jaw drop, You look inside the shiny magazines at the glamorous models there
The filter on right now is called "heading 3." I have the basic font on. To not live in the status quo means to have no filter. My name is Parker and I strive to live with no filter.  
She paints her face on in the morning  
All dressed in white I reached my palms out To the frozen metal in front of me I feel the wrought iron and knotted steel Sterilized barbed wire This is not my first experience in a cage
Take my hand and walk with me
Take my hand and walk with me
on the spectrum of dreams only one is heard as usual   in everyday life only one is valued no surprise   "let us make a change" we repeat as nothing changes  
My thighs expand the length of continents But the breasts I was given cannot be confused with mountains My hazel eyes ooze the color of a muddy emerald sea But the pores on my face are often compared to broad craters
Me
I was me. I was shy, intoverted, and different. I was an outcast and a reject. I was the tomboy with no friends.   I am me. I am loving, compassionate, and beautiful.
I have never been one for finding myself.  
For so long I have lived with this filter. It has been so long, I no longer remember life without it. Right, wrong. Life, death. Good, evil. These are no longer choices that I can make on my own.
Water running down my face, as today i decide my fate going or stayin wouldn't even matter Would it?
why cant i be enough, turned asied like a stray i cry why arent i enough. he stands over me tall with hes head held high no hesitation just pride.
It’s striking-
Don't wear an upside down smile No matter what your life is worth while Take it from me, I lost my daddy But I refuse to let that terminate me Yes I miss him Yes it hurts
Sometimes I lie And sometimes cheat And sometimes I hide What makes me so me. I suck in my gut When I see a camera flash, I sit quietly in class And try not to make a splash.
    “You’re your worst critic, you know that?” my mother always tells me.
Blonde hair with thin strands that stray away from the bun they were pulled back into,
A detective to my own life. Who is this person?
Day by day the colors change. Weeks after weeks you grow.
Filters. They create only what we want the world to see but without filters who will I be Will I be smiling and laughing with joy in my eyes, or will I be broken and lonely just wanting to cry
I was crying all the time, She couldn’t be there for me. The children were sad, My heart was hurting.  
Who am I connected to at Christmas? What is Christmas?      The most wonderful time of the year      Season for blizzards and snow days      A special holiday for people
The past is always Whispering reminders and warnings, but we must also  Listen to the shouts of the present. The future remains silent.
These thoughts were better left unsaid, Residing deep within my head. But like a child sworn to keep A secret, the words slowly creep From my lips into the air. I chose a truth and did not dare
Darling, you'll be okay. You are being irrational. Take a minute and just breathe in and out. You are a beautiful human being. You serve a purpose on this Earth. You have people who love you.
Behind all the filters,  my pictures hold natural beauty. Behind the makeup and touch-ups, I have freckles that engulf my face. Behind the smiles, I hold back years worth of overcome struggles
A twisted family portrait this has become Weeds winding around my neck The very ones I planted Be cautious of what seeds you drop Within your spirit   But I'm surrounded every day
I walk with pride down the hallways of this hell hole they say the best moments of my lfe will fill I stride past the girls who will one day grow to be everything they think I am
CheapHollowSomehow brokenYet still fragile I put on an air For all to seeYet box and stowThe Genuine me
Never was I confident High fructose corn syrup excess led to obesity in all its sense Crumbling of anything that is positive I pulled my tools from negatives to work on me with conciousness
Most of the time i am confused and  wonder which should i choice. So many choices it seems i cant relive stress. Im so focused on doing my best that i dont even do good on the test.
Little girl 6 years old
If you could see the true me you'd see the broken girl you'd see the mask she stands behind thats been cracked so many times  you'd see the misery you'd see the heartache 
Since the days of Disney princesses, I've wanted to be a mermaid like Ariel Adventurous like Jasmine Fearless like Mulan Be able to see the good inside of people like Belle Their small frames and cartoon beauty 
The hair dye The split ends The glasses The makeup Caked on to bad skin are just a small part of The person I am   The quiet reserved and serious I display
House #1  I don’t remember House #1.  My mom told me it was an apartment in Santa Monica.  Babies are happy anywhere.  House #2
My hair, long and brown My face, straight and concentrated My body, short and ordinary None of it matters I can get through Whatever life throws at me My strength My desire My dedication
 i was alone, i walked the miles by myself trying to find my way.
Sadness does not come in the form of rainstorms Here to kiss away the tears off of one's face It is not the color of the blackest night
I will take hundreds before I find the perfect one. It is imperative to pick the correct filter. It needs to make me look tanner while also concealing the bags under my eyes.  
i am beyond words and ink-stained hands because i've always thought language to be a limitation to thought  
I am not interested in being seen as ugly as a flea-ridden rat or as attractive as a shiny pearl, And I care not for taking "selfies" or using social media to acquire friends or followers.
I have such a beautiful smile,
Since I'm destined to be a coffee ground, I want to be fertilizer.   I don't exist in your bookshops or museums. I don't have a place on your TVs or radios. You'll never hear about me.
Flaws ​I wake up and look in the mirror.
My eyes were opened today when you were driven out by a herd of wild coyotes fighting for the hopes of Tomorrow.   My soul was released today when you
I am the queen, I am the ruler. My body is my kingdom. It may be quite war torn,
I am a woman and I will conquer
She is the new girl everyone is a little unsure of  They have already decided who she is  She is the one they have decided they do not like.  They hate her. She hears but does not listen
The life of a writer isn't always words on a piece of paper. In a small town lived a lonely girl Haunted by her mind, She left her nest and began to fly. Tears of sorrow and happiness She had cried.
i’ve been
I have strong eyes and a weak heart I'm going to break all your laws I have an iron fist and deadly bite   I'm going to break all your laws I have long legs and a short temper
Without the makeup and the cars noone would notice who you are
Behind the cameras and the flashes behind the makeup and false lashes there lives a person full of pain someone who smiles stay sane. Years of abandonment has led to this
A permanent reminder runs crooked down his chest a seam, a scar, still raw, deep, and red he is in debt to a strangers hand, loses rest for fear of failing his second chance 
Through free verse, I don't believe, that the pages of my life can be seen. Life was not made to be described in big, or small, words.
Without makeup, what am I? - a normal, brown-haired, blue-eyed girl     -who gets acne just like you Without a filter, what am I? - an Aspie who always talks about what she likes
When you are on social media, You usually see the fun in peoples lives, Or the beauty of it. You never really know who a person is without filter Nowadays, people are constantly insecure.
Click, Snap. Pushed up her chest and arched her back. Made that stupid kissy face to see how the boys would react. She always posed for the camera like that.  
Behind the painted mask on my face I am a girl with dreams that I will conquer one day. I am shy, but outgoing to those that are close. I am friendly but reserved to those I don't know.
Discolored Skin and Acne Marks..... I am BEAUTIFUL! Stretch Marks and Scars...... I am BEAUTIFUL!
She knocks on my door and asks me to come out. “No,” I answer, but it’s not my voice talking, it’s his. Raising my 6 year old niece has not been easy, given I’m also raising a young man. His name is Depression.
Hips as wide as my nose  everybody knows Teeth not perfectly straight not my best physical trait  but still... 
When I was first born, I was     Grown. With all my anorexia and my blantant speech   And God was mad at    The girl of vibrations of the highest note of the song Resonating a vacuous buzz
Took about 30 pictures, only 1 good selfie yet it's not good enough to post on instagram, yet... Let me go update this one with a filter, which one is it going to be today? 
I sing in the shower. 
Who am I when the World doesn't See,
Every morning I wake up And the first thing I do is paste Layer upon layer Until I’ve covered up my face  
They say actions speak the loudest So I make my smile shout Raw, unadulterated laughter and wonder and sheer delight cloaked within blonde tangles that cascade from time to time
I'm scared I'm terrified, I'm weak Worried that I'll seek For help, only to find
I am a Natural Beauty Them contacts, I don't need Them lashes, I won't wear That makeup it looks nice but my perfect Natural skin it don't fit right wit Because my Beauty is Natural Yes I have a Natural fro
there is a film here
"Girls can't like sports" "Girls can't do that" "Girls can't" I can list numerous stats on different hockey players I can do a slapshot that almost rivals Chara I can play a sport that is filled with men
locked up, no air people screaming "I don't belong here" take your blood- they shove the needle down spilling your feelings that everyone must drown Always checking vital signs
A young boy in the park, Swipe.   A young boy in the park, Warm sunshine on his back, Swipe.   A young boy in the park, Warm sunshine on his back, Trees with rippled bark,
I am the bastardized version of the American dream.  To many I am not clean, to more unseen.  I was a foster care child, to which many equate to wild.
I keep our memories tucked in the back of my mind. Your secrets hidden I fight your fears so you don't have to. I fight the tears so you don't have to. I keep my love a secret promise to myself so I can see you.
Behind the filter, there is a girl that is naturally introverted. She wants her picture to get 100 likes. Did she use the right filter? Was her makeup on point? She just wants to be liked.  
On this train, I descend. A cruel descent from heaven to hell. The misty, rhythmic waterfalls
   I was the girl that grew up in hard brick matter. At 3 years old my pearls were stolen then shattered. Beaten,broken and tossed to floor. And all I could can do is plead "PLEASE NO MORE!!!"
She walks through the door, 
Reason beyond reason, madness within madness Swirling shapes and color Formless and hapless, bleeding forth The very essence which is life.
A tear, a whisper A shout, a cry No one seems to hear No one is by your side.   Everyone is oblivious until it's too late, Another angel has been sent back too soon.  
With filters, I may look "girlie"  I may look happy and carefree.  Therefore, you may not think of me as a band "dork" How can I be a marching band girl with good looks?
A couple walks together Holding hands and smiling.  Their love is grand, how can anyone deny it?
All for that one perfect picture...
The walls are not as strong as they appear,  Flawed with cracks and thin as paper.  Exuding strength, they ward off anyone who is near. What looks like stone is only vapor. The smile that shines is genuine,
Brittany Beyond Filters
I've been laying awake behind my eyelids 
Cold. Until you walk back into my world. My warmth revolves around your surreal, earth-colored eyes and the heated stare you linger on my face. Busy. I'm so busy, but not really.
To feel absolutely nothing. That is her biggest fear
No Filter, No Make up, No Dress up Just Me With my big red glasses, with my big baggy t-shit, with my big nose, and my big toes Just Me Without straight lines to define me,  I'm all curves and colorful hues
I am young and feel as if I don't have a voice. The things in my life I don't have a choice. Others try to give encouragement and advice, but how do I know the truths from lies?
If I could change a thing or two about the world we live in, I would make it so hope bloomed in every single soul. If this wish I wished came true,
I am from books,From DVDs and TV screens. I am from the red, brick house.
I am beautiful? See I am in between, medium, in the middle. I am not light I am not dark, they call me brown skin. with the right filter I am light, and with no light you are blind.
I work and work, I grind and grind, Go about my day with leaving nothing behind. I train night and day like there's no tomorrow. Because the thought of failing fills me with sorrow.
I was just a twelve-year-old Vietnamese boy. I was my parents’ love and joy. I wanted nothing more, Than to be successful in that side of the shore.   But the day when I moved to United States
When those green eyes locked directly with mine I felt a pain grow deep within my chest When his slimey palms reached for my freckled arm I winced and shook
They asked me to take away the filters To show what remains underneath. Why is a filter so undesirable? Why do we idolize the untouched? The "pure"? For in my experience,             as a fish owner,
here i am writing
I'm like a story. The one you would tell everyday to a friend.
Me is a face Me is a mask I wear Me is a cover I have to hold on to   When people ask "Who are you really?" I hide in a cloak of ashes I say what they want to hear, in hope that they may accept me
  An outer shell warm and bright with a smile from ear-to-ear is the painting I portray everyday while other people are near   Rambunctious, exiting, humorous, and never a moment aloof
Filters are something to mask us. Flaws always cause a fuss. We hide behind angles, All their thoughts of us are caught in a tangle. If we didn't cover our flaws and look fake,
Behind the lens is the truth All of the impurities that make her perfect
Without magic filters,theirs imperfections. A simple selfie without the magic of likes.
As you look through a crowd of clones who hold their heads down, you'll notice a girl who walks with her head held high Although, she doesn't realize her beauty She'll stand alone, always looking towards the sky
Was it worth it to look at me.. and then walk away. Was it worth the smile,  the enegry you put into charming me.    You taught me to care, to believe in myself.    But you lied. 
I’m sorry it is just the fact that I am a wild animal. I will not turn in my homework.
Each morning my face looks at me, Some days with sleep still in its eyes. And, though I like the face I see, It's time to put on my disguise. The brown eyelashes become black;
I am a beautiful woman But my mind body and soul Is confined by the powers of this intertwined worlds Of what we call social media. The filters of normal, Kentucky, slumber, and rise
Behind the makeup and smile There lies a girl Broken and lost is her heart Not sure if she can be strong any longer Feeling like breaking More and more everyday Searching for the strength to go on
Someone told me that  when ever they look at my pictures they see a pretty and elegant 
Without these filters, who am I? From what I can see. I'm just a guy.  I don't need filters. Why do I need them in the first place. All they do is cover the taste. I find this diguise to be cruelty.
Human beings have many different colors, And they change them daily. People are never who they seem to be. We have filters on our phones,  On Instagram, But most importantly,
Today in life people aren't what they appear  I look at today and shutter in fear  Am I the only one still sincere?  Im the only true soul left on this sphere?
Who I used to be is the girl                                                                                                                   That slipped through the crowd,                                                                        
Do You Ever ?   Do you ever wonder where the moon goes when the sun comes up?Does it disappear or is it just hidden?  
Freedom, what a word. It is so obsorb.  Freedom in a filter, perhaps so. Some however, will not let the filter go. Afraid to let the scars show, Afraid to be less then pro.
bless the church bells ring as hard as they can what am I doing here? the angels step down from the sky sing me to sleep   Bless
Can I be honest? I'm not sure I can. I know too many secrets I try so hard to keep them concealed To keep them in my hand. Can I be honest? I'm not sure I can I feel like people think I'm not
This is a battlefield  The fire is burning  Smoke is rising  I'm fighting to save myself  I'm my own armor  I'm just lost in this crazy world  I've been given freedom to fly 
Oh the filter, The super appealing, Eye catching, Version of me. Is that seriously who I want to be? A girl who is insecure Would rather be a blur Than in focus Because in focus
If the eyes are the window to the soul, then my soul is covered by a clear plastic mask with black frames. 
My about face to you, the world, is a shot at Lexington's field for need, out of want. Hidden 'neath the face of a redcoat, my bluff, is my revolution'ry, my Yankee blue cuff.
A smile and click Reality for a clique Fake colors fade it.
Filte
  Who am I ? I am too many people at once  a lover, a  optemistmt, a naturalist , a lover of literature  a hater, a pessemist, a materalist and a poetic  amateur 
After the filter fades
I am Christian Phillips, there is no need to cover that up or change it. I don't consider it to be plain so why try to rearrange it. I couldn't change myself even if tried. Simply because I don't want to look different and have nothing to hide.
I am the Great Bambino, No wait the Great Bamboozled, They got me out here like you are good for nothing man just useless, A confused young man where no where to go
What is it that we desire
Imperfection A blemished complexion Staring at me in the reflection A most natural thing facing rejection Perfection is a requirement, no exception A face less than beautiful receives no affection
Our Generation is so caught up in showing people what we don't truley have We put filters on our pictures to cover up the lies that we hide inside
My Instagram profile is what I choose to show you: The concert I went to Saturday night, And my bloody nose from the mosh pit.
I signed my name on a thousand ledgers, a complex man, with simple pleasures, a jeering clown, still searching for an aim, I am a player, and life is the game, I make people laugh, something I do well,
You really want to see me with no filter, with the camera hitting me strait on like a protriat shot No flatering angles and no captions But do you really?  
Behind the filter I'm just a brother, That has experienced loss like no other. Gone through something that no other should, I want to go back in time, I wish I could.
A touch of concealer, a tilt of the head A flash of the camera and the color of the filter My selfie shows my face but not me as a person
Dakota- Mischievous, intelligent, blonde, daring. Relative of hard workers. Lover of God, animals, the outdoors. Who feels confident in my Lord,             Freedom when riding my horses,
Me without a filter is a home without the realtor I'm independent I'm meant to be more than what society's telling me selling me without the sticker that says I'm old, off the kilter
Man I love COLLEGE college is the place where I learn where I open my mind where my dollar bills burn where to get that “A” I become redefined   It is a place that can open so many doors
My true self lurks behind the doors wooden frame, Locked up in society's chains.  The true me is not who I appear to be  For the world discriminates against me.
I asked you what you fear. Rejection. I fear it just as much as you now.
I speak without filters, what comes to mind is said. I dream without filters, what is wanted is achieved. I see without filters, what I like is kept.  I live without filters, what I do, is what I do.
I stand here lost,
I am wild. I am spectacular. I am wildly passionate. I am jealous. I am human. I do dumb things.
Me flawless,  but still imperfect. Living in a tasteless society as
Are you so sure that you want to see the real me, the me beneath the smiling selfie? Can you handle the pain, the grit that hides behind the grin? Do you truly want to see what lies beneath,
Whether you like it or not I am what I am and say what I say And as each night falls and I wait for each day
Honestly? It doesn't matter
Call me graceful. Call me witty. Call me gorgeous.  I'll show you who I wish I was, who I wish I could charm others with.  It seems to be working, these filters.
Fabulous Ha! I love that word Eight letters, three snaps Fa-bu-lous
Wake up. Take a look into the mirror. Who am I, really? Short. Girl. American. Average. Atheltic. What do these words even mean? Feminist. Artistic. Brainy.
Authentic as this poem is it searches without much regrets   inside we find a child and more beneath fealty rugged doors   I cannot speak in every day my end is true   but in everyday I need God You
I am intelligent. I am funny.
If you are not left handed, you will never know the small annoyances that come with everyday life. You will never understand the pain of writng in a sprial notebook or using a pen.
Some
We all want to be special in some way in the world, but what holds us back? Is it the failures, mistakes, or misfortunes of our past? It's the scars that pose as the three.
Where is my planner?  Oh surprise, more homework  coffee...coffee*sad face *
Click, tap rapidly
Sometimes I wonder about our generation How will we fit in with the larger population? We go through our  days hoping to be distracted And we dont stop and think about the way we acted
In the real world there's nowhere to hide, no touchups or retakes or black and white. In the real world I try and I try, to be someone different, someone hard to come by. I am something real,
I am surpassing the constraints
We used to be confident.
Within my heart lay a gap that I cannot fill A gash within my emotions that lay unhealed This wound inflicted bleeds deep within me This stream of emotions wil never heed A cloud of thoughts loom in my mind
Love was all she longed for, all she needed. She didn't believe in it because she had never seen it.   And what she thought, that it couldn't be real. She didn't show or reveal
Who are you behind a filter, we try to look good and be someone we are not, just look in the mirror and see who you are, God makes no mistakes we the way we are from design, why change perfection with a filter,
Have I got a voice A voice that amazes A series of listeners Proclaiming their praises   My low notes are clear But my high notes are clearer And I’ll admit to being guilty
Without filters I'm me In my glasses, with some acne I'm beautiful naturally, to a certain degree   I have curly, frizzy hair I hate wearing makeup I lay around in t-shirts and shorts
As I sit lonely in my room, An image of myself stares at me, As I stare back a growing cloud of gloom, Hovers over as I doubt that this is who I should be, 'You're too dark,' 'You act so white,' 
Volumshous, Curvy, Chunky First thing I wrote because thats the first thing people see.  They don't see me Smiles, Laugh, Dimples The impertinent things I see beauty, grace, importance
Hair down. Face clean. Sweats on. Nail polish chipping. Music loud. Dancing around.   This is me In real life. By myself, With no one around.   This is me
I am me, there is noone else I would rather be. Sure I have OCD, but that only expresses me. Yes, I love photography, it is my way to feel free. Writing is my way to say, Help,I am not okay.
I am a mirror. I reflect the look of others. Even with no influence I am never blank. Elusive, colorless, sharp I sit there and stare until one day I shatter
I am my own, but that is not entirely true because I belong to the one who made me and you Yes I believe Christianity to be true, so thats the filter I live through
ME
I hate society. Our world, our life, our culture Seeped in appearance Artificial beauty wins  
Behind this filter is just a regular picture of me Other than physical features, what else can see in a person in a selfie
I am fine with or without the filters No need for those extra colors schemes, highlight and lowlights I just need the natural sun and good angles for Instagram No need for a filter I am still fine
I stand on stage, on a pedistal. Senior Royalty in a Kingdom of High School To them, I'm Miss Perfect  Walk down the halls and see a million faces, the biggest smile on mine
    A simple, different, and determined person is the best description of me. I’m a simple student at Hebron High School who works hard every day to accomplish my dreams.
A hellishly dull land leaves nothing to desire; The cold marble floors hit hash against my feet. They reflect the strange, distant faces I didn't wish to meet. Dumb and dull leaches one after another,
I look in a mirror and see nothing I take a picture and see a plan face Only when adding a filter will I feel like something When I add filter I hide the dark tint on my skin Making it my very own filter
If you were to go on my Instagram, You would see, Pictures of me, my cat, and my team, Along with stereotypical pic collages that comes with being eighteen.   But do you notice,
I am a girl. A girl who throws shades on to block the truth out. With walls built so high like a barricade so my authentic self keeps in lock. With no filter I'm still that same girl who strives to reach unreachable goals.
Waken to see me, Tied back by the loom of graces long hesitation; The folds of favor seem to do none for mine. Take up now the salty masses of chance, Those hateful broods who lie beside you;
There is this fire inside of me The heat is overwhelming I try to extinguish it but all it ever does is burn me  
My voice is constantly put through a filter,
i am tired there could be no other explanation for these thoughts that swirl the mind they're like clouds that build up and the rain pours, and drenches the roofs eventually it brings a leak
Aye, that natural beauty tells a story show my power and courage to not be like others Show off myself because theres only one of me with added enhancers we are all the same
Raised under watchful eyes I stand under broad daylight Expectations driven through the mind Curiosity crumbled into a pile of dust Searching for an exit in a complex maze Hand reaching for a dream so far away
To them I'm weird or crazy I say maybe Then the other five voices in my head start blazing Going on a rampage trying to get their two cents in  Come on get it together Adrienne
Without filters and false smiles I am strong, Even if sometimes I feel I don't belong.   I sometimes smile to the sky, and that in itself is enough to get me by.   I don't have many friends,
Expectations weigh down. So, why be the one everyone looks to? Why be the one everyone wants to be? Why work to satisfy? Why does it matter? Why do you care? Always in the reflection of their mirrors.
To be honest Physically, I am not in any way lacking flaws. I have hair in places I don't think it belongs, I have fat stick out where I'd rather it not.
Welcome to America! Land of the brave and free.
Skin the color of caramel  A few chocolate drops here and there Despite my flaws I am beautiful 
The me without filters needs a lot of work.   The me I am cares about people and yet simultaneously can’t stand them. If I had not a foresighted bone in my body, blood would surely be on the ground by now.
I see him, my heart flutters Yet he sees me and he only sees my body. Am I silly for wanting him? No I don't think so, doesn't he want me? My friends shake their head, but I'm in denial of their obvious truth,
STOP PLEASE. I am just a tennager I am not Jada I am Chandler, yet I feel her hurt inside. There is no victim, but the outcry of sexually hurt women
Prose Poem  
  We march to the sound of glances speaking victory
Me on the edge, academics were on a ledge. No longer the excuses, education all wins no losses. My visions of success were clouded by stress. I needed a motivational asprin to ease me on my test.
Poison Slowly spreading through my veins Silently killing No one can see my pain   I have to shake it off, fight the feeling Find the antidote Seek my healing
Who am I beneath it all? Who am I without any makup? Who am I?  
a wink of the eye
I Am Divinity in Motion, A Sweet, Old-Fashioned Notion,
I don't  really feel like putting on make-up today. Or tomorrow. Or ever. Why do I need to straighten my hair?  It has character, Pizzaz.  Who cares if I wear a t-shirt or sneakers
With the filter on,  it's clear to me,  I'm a good student. A good employee. A good daughter. A good girlfriend. A good girl.   Such a draining role!
Around and around, higher, high, The ground I see from a bird's eye The people, the places, the time go by The pictures I find in my mind's eye I'm an Artist, straight and true.
Peel a layer; at first there is no difference. Try another two or three and I might turn a shade pinker. Seven is the magic number; something begins to seep through then. See here the blue blood -
I am a girl
I’m just your average guy, Two eyes, one nose Who knows the woes Of trying to fit in.   But, listen to me, So that you may see, how I see, That that’s not all its cracked up to be
I am Flawless because i write, I am me because of my height, I praise the Lord each and everyday, Even though somethings don't always go my way,  I still give him praise for all that he does, 
My past is full of hatred and disgust
Too Small This phrase has shaped my life Every coach has always spat at me with this No Frustration Determination sweeps through Dream comes true College Soccer
I am but a sidewalk, perhaps one less traveled by.
Rewind delete then press repeat  On with my life lived oh so neat I cry with a laugh so unique  Who hears my tears but the weak? I gnash and break all my teeth All that's left are gums that bleed
At the end of the day, when I look in the mirror Just what do I see? It’s the face I created, the face I want the world to know.   But when the hair comes undone, or the hat comes off
If you were to, Per chance, Forget that an orange is not eaten, Exactly like an apple,
#Me
# I just don't understand them Not going to back down for a worthy cause Open to new ideas and others Faithful to my family and friends Independent member of society Like to help others when I can
There's a side of me  I can't let them see, so I cover it up with makeup.   There's a habit I have that doesn't seem bad, when covered up with makeup.   The powder is thick
I am not perfect, for I am human,I envy, I hate, I love, and I fear,What worth can be seen in my living years?
I am who I am because I chose to be that way. I am strong, becasue of the pain I have endured. I am beautiful, because I have taught myself to radiate my happiness. 
Today has been the first time I’ve smiled in years The first time I haven’t cried myself to sleep The first day I haven’t been forced to smile on queue I remember those days so well; my scars won’t let me forget
Filters don't change us, they conceal that which we would lose. I can hide my insecurities, but they are still there, aren't they? Embrace the ugly and the radient,
I want to be the BEAU and the TY To have a mind, body and style that drives Mothernature wild ...could I have an addiction, maybe But it's still me they see
I am the "curl up to read four books in a day" kind of girl. Though I am no pearl, I am the "hates makeup and purses" kind of girl. Now, let it be known, That I have flown Many miles to sculpt my own
Five years old, life was effortless.
"Describe yourself in three words." Carefree. Confidet. Brilliant. Descibe myself in three words. Worried. Anxious. Smart.  
Selfies are stupid, You can fight me if you think otherwise, When people take them in public, I look at them cross-eyed, What the fuck are you doing, Why filters exist, is another damn question,
Today I want to say to all of you. I’m not a fan of a whole group chat. If I want them to know,
There is a slight blemish to the reality of the world. No filter is the reality. There is still the color to my face, Without the make up and the filtered lights.
Behind the cameras, behind the cellphone, behind the photograph, who do you really see?   Yes, you'll see a girl with a pretty smile, but who is she? Is she even real?  
I am the Void, the space in between. I am the stardust. I am the dreams. I am all things betwixt and between.    Neither child  nor adult nor infant nor ancient  
Crumbing                                                             powder that coats the marble
There is no filter to describe who I am. I have always been the same girl who holds it down. Oh please don't look at me like I'm all types of crazy. For when it comes to the business I'm never lazy.
Her brown crisp bristled tips spun into the cob of a web  the hounding of the hounds bellow unto the misleading note missing from her head
For the majority of my life I feel like I’ve been walking a tight rope.
I flinch. False consensus effect strikes again. I'm not afraid of your touch. Fear has no position on the playing field. you recoil, my body like a stovetop to the touch.
Scroll scroll, double tap, the cycle never ends. The accessories I add to make my picture just right, but is it me?  Under all the filters and adjustments you'll find me...
Shadows, tired eyes.   Kettle whistling. Here I am.  Sitting on the couch, awaiting my fate.  Scared, and hands trembling.  Hands crawl towards the torn-open envelope. 
Smile for the camera, Smile for the fans, One thousands followers on your Instagram!  
Every night I lay awake in bed Trying hard to keep you off of my mind Feeling hurt about the bad things you said Wondering why you couldn’t be more kind.
I speak slurpingly, slurring syllables and cementing sentences with a lengthily locked lisp synchronized with second-guess— second-guessing stutters. I act awkwardly, sweatily pouring precipitation on a warty palm
Who is the man I see when I look in the mirror Throw aside the filters and the facade and the image gets clearer
Who am I? I am a dreamer I let my emotions take over me And I dream. I dream of my past, present, and future, I dream of what I long for, I dream of life  
Some day's I want to scream, Some day's I'm happy, Some day's I don't care at all, When I run out of things to say, I feel the painful words swarm me,
Behind each selfie Every tweet Lie walls of protected secrets   We act like our life is an open book But we still keep locks on the front covers We'll share the food we ate for breakfast
I have family I have friends I have people who understand   I have someone who sees I have someone who disagrees   I have many things yet i am alone I am an ostracized sheep
The surface is not who we are, the surface shows nothing. Surface is just for show, the surface is bluffing.   Americans call this soccer, but for me that makes no sense.
For as long as I can remember, I have always felt so lost;
Who am I? That's the name of a great song
Free flowing voices in control of the stream my mind takes.  Constant struggle to hide my face everyday and cover my mistakes.  Have to be 4.0, straight A, never stopping, floating through like ghost hauntings. 
I'm not instagram I can't hide behind  The earlybird filter And make my scars  Look more flattering  Than what they are I'm not instagram I can't use  Fifteen seconds of video
Not Your Conquest There is no distress In this damsel I am not the conquest In the grand adventure of your story
Take a whiff of that blunt
You take a pic Selfie Sunday, right?
I am the epitome of a strong young women My heart gets bent, but never broken I am the odd one out around my peers But I still train  myself to love, be deviant, and perservere Ive been betrayed by many
      Not Just Another Pretty Face
How much do people pay to get hair my color? Everyone asks if I know, but no one gives an answer. Albino blonde does not come from a box. Though my eyes are weak, I see more than most:
Who am I? Away from the smart phone corrections? Do you really want to know? Are you sure? Well, I am a tree with branches that reach out to many people. People from all parts of the world.
How precious seconds pass by me with haste. I grip its tail in hopes that it will stay. A force that acts poetically with space. "Leave me slowly. Keep me here." I pray.  
To the naked eye, I am a redneck and a sports dude
She's waited, she's practiced she is now ready. She runs out on the court, takes a dreep breath and tries to stay steady. This is her moment, her time, no messing up now. She catches the ball, she doesn't know how
Without my fancy words and explanations? I become weak and naked.
I am a normal girl hiding behind a secret that i only trust a few with. I am a country girl that likes to get down and dirty,but i am a little shy.
I am more than just a filter More than what's behind the computer behind the lightening effects of my skin lies a girl wanting to fit in My words aren't heard in the scene
I want you to see the part of me that glass so often hides. Scrolling down your Instagram feed, you would barely even recognize me.    I want you to see the part of me that is hidden by makeup
My life displayed upon a screen- I live behind a filter; I never say what I think. I’ve been trained to keep my mouth shut, but my lips glossed and pink. Without the social media, I am like all the rest.
My skin Yes my skin The skin that I'm in Hair too curly to stay straight Skin with an unfailing tan Yes we stay We stay strong We are mixed nation The multi-racial butterflies
Black,  white, 
He's with her and she's with him but he was once with she and she was once with he. She is still with he in mind and soul though she is with him.
i am sleepless nights counting the glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling covering my mouth until my knuckles are white just to keep the sound in tears on my cheeks match the temperature of my body
I am a beast unlike any other seen. One pushed up touched up and altered like a ball of dough. Some people come by with either their hands or their tools and alter me. for better or for worse everyone that passes by leaves something changed.
If there was a way to tell my younger self everything I know about my life in five minutes . I would use all three hundred seconds to be as precise as I possibly could be.  
A person or a box of chocolates?
Her
she is who she is  she is beautiful post by post she hides the truth she is not flawless  we are not flawless who or what would we be if we were cause thats not the her i know 
She's hidden beneath the pages, Words, and indentations. She chooses to be nameless, Lost in a wond'rous sea.   They come from her creation; The people and their nations
"Who is that girl behind the camera?" Some might say. "She seems so sure of herself," Others go on. But that's wrong. I'm none of those things.
You see my false face  Shining through the lense of a camera It shows no wrinkle or scar But if you care to look behind You'll see there is so much more   My skin reveals stories
A mask Is a thing to hide one's face An actor Without one is just a disgrace But masks are for actors And not for you I like your face And I like you too.
Do you ever get that feeling? That no matter what  you do, you can never live up to the expectations? The expectations that are set by your parents or your friends or the society around you?
When I post a picture on instagram It tells me "normal" is what I am Though filters make my eyes look bright Callng me nomal is so far from right A beautiul fasade these filters make for me
His eyes took my attentionThose dark sapphire eyesI want a time extentionIs it a dream or is this love?  
With the soul of a dragon and the heart of a knight, With a love so sincere and a faith shining bright.
No pressure! No pressure!
Who am I?
This is me world so let me in don't try and lock me out I want in! I deserve to be in! That's why I buy the finest of the finest polo, coach, MK, and Juicy Couture.... if I have those things I should be able to fit in right?...
No one to turn to...Alone in this world friends who you thought were your friends...not...They left you in the dark alone see these are the things that leads you to this sinful word.
Everyone is different, I, just a little more than anyone else.     To me, I am lost insecure hopeless scared   To my family lacking imperfect perfect
I stand tall with my head held high; Shoulders back and ready for the ride; Watching eagles spread their wings; Listening to the Angels sing.   I see myself in my mind’s eye;
“Just one more” One more selfie after 95 others Only one more attempt to find their “good side” With another filter, another caption, another expression
I'm fineI can take itI'm a big boy.I'm a big boy. You know,It'd be easier if you'd just hold my hand.
Amazing, to me, is how music can take you  Places imaginations would go. Whatever the theme, it begins with a dream Its boundaries and limits not known.   Rather inspiring, to me, to hear
Everything I see, I see through someone else's lens, Someone else's point of view. Someone else's tap and click. Not bad, just different. but when you take our filters our lenses our taps our clicks
This world... full of fakes.                  Who is real?                                           Who is putting on a facade?
I can be a little bit CRAZY,
I've been grinding my whole life.
Who am I? It can't be defined in words. Who am I? A symphony with a million notes. Who am I? A broken mirror pieced together.   Who am I not? I am no longer a doll.
Small girl, with far from normal dreams Everyday I wake up wanting the same thing see I want to see the world make a change in how we're seen  cause now-a-days everyone seems to be hidden behind a screen
Who I am.  Searching in the deepest corners of the oceans
You cant live life without being yourself. If you live life be hind a filter, then your not living life at all, you living a lie,
If I showed you a picture, would you love me today? If it's #nofilter, would you promise to stay?   The truth that is I bother to cry to you my past, for with #nofather,
Beautiful is that what everyone yearns for? to be pretty enough to be accepted
Get to know me! 3, 8, 2, 5, 1, 3, 1, 2, 1, 2, I broke down my ethnicity numbers for you. 38 percent Black... 25 percent Bahamian... 13 percent Puerto Rican... 12 percent Irish...
i am not number seventeen grade twelve first row third from the left   you cannot multiply any of these figures and form an image of me   i will not allow my life
At first glance you might tag me as the nice guy who always smiles and waves, but I think I give you some insight behind the mask today. Anyone who knows me close knows sometimes that smile is a facade covering up what's really going on.
  Fail to tell me, if you think I am not strong. Do you really think that I don’t know? I’ll tell myself, I won’t leave you to suffer with the truth for long.  
Born in the night, And clothed in black.
I didn't give it much thought until now. I can't say I've given much thought to anything until now. Why we're fighting our system because they're doing it wrong instead of rethinking the way that it's taught...
Why do I even bother with writin, readin, speakin When there's no universal goal we're all seekin,
Hello World I wake up everyday revealing me You see I am comfortable in Joshua There is no need to hide my attributes with the filters of the world These hurtles of insecurites
We do things Things that aren't us Colors, powder, liner Bandages on our true beauty This is not me I take my power Me My words heal Mine come from another mouth
I am BOLD I am WISE I am STRONG I am YOUNG I am MOM I am FREE I am HONEST I am CAPABLE I am ME!  
I try to be as true to myself as I can be. No matter the surroundings, the people, the class For I have learned it is better to live life the way I want. I am not a follower. I do not believe in fitting in.
Is it really about us? What is the point? I'm just One Life. One soul. Who says it is about me? Who is the One that says? Life may be nothing more than a breath of days and nights.
Such a self reflective thing am I I sit alone most of my time, some people find it strange I however scoff and say introversion is no crime I am the one sitting behind a book or immersed in some work of art
My heart is heavy today, I sighed Depression is attacking my heart, my soul, my mind. I try so hard not to care, But all I feel is bottomless despair.
Vulnerable, as if everything I am is stretched out on a wire. Stubborn (at least that's how I see myself) up to a point, waiting for a chance to turn away, to erase what I see in the mirror.
Click, click. Take a picture and fix it. Make your face presentable.
There once was a fiddler, festivities she'd play Hat on her head, boots on her feet, requests ever which way. At twenty-two, she'd yet to find, A man appreciative of her brilliant mind.
Behind the filter is where it lies In black and white is where is hides When we think we shouldn't shine This is the truth in all the lies   I hide the flaws that do not show
I tilt my head, I smile big,
Who am I? A voice among the thousands A breath amidst many souls I'm a flick of paint Against the bright canvas of the world Who am I? A nobody in disguise A somebody waiting for opportunities
I stand in the bathroom looking in the mirror. A brush of mascara, a sweep of eyeliner, a touch of blush all over my skin covered in pale powder. I take a picture. Flash! Flash!
"Snap" goes the camera as she take another. "Snap, Snap" She isn't satisified. She goes again. Every image of her face, showing the same smile Same eyes and same nose, but as always the picture is never right.
I hate war There is nothing good about it Because we become the guinea pigs
  #nofilter   Black and White, out of sight;
Sadness is dark like a dark winter's night Sadness taste like salty tears falling down your face Sadness smells like dead rose  Sadness looks like glass being broken Sadness sounds like your last breath
At 6am, I'm miserable. Time to get out of bed, move my behind, Clock in for $7.25 at the daily grind, Eight hours for this is fucking criminal.   At noon, I'm finally awake.
Labeled like an item Unheard like the truth Critiqued like art I strived to be where I am I've lost what i have earned I am a fighter Yet I am my own opponent Music soothed the beast
The social media see's her hidden behind a special feature something we call a filter
Behind the filter I am a storm of beautiful chaos. I am a pool of indecisiveness. I am a bundle of uncertainty,
As I stand in the mirror everyday I think about what changes I've made what chances I took The regrets I have  The life I've lived The years ahead I realize what I used to be is not the key
A picture's worth a thousand words, But what of that are lies? To me, I don't like pictures, as they hide you in disguise, For what am I, to tell you, who I am?
I am me. I am not strengthened by others' flaws Nor am I weakened by their assets. I do not wish to give them false ideas about who I really am. I am me.
Do ya know who I am, behind the makeup, the dress? Behind the flaws, and the fear, man I'm flawless! I've given up on caring bout' what others think of me, cuz the truth is what I'm wearin' is the skin of me.
Role modes are role models for a reason In our eyes we see perfection, Admiration, Envy,
There are several-thousand- maybe even several-million ways that one can edit a photo, But each photo is conceived in the same manner. The red button in the lower center of the device is pressed.
I stare in the mirror and what do I see? My flawless self staring back at me I don't need makeup or any type of weave I just get up, get dressed, blow myself a kiss, and leave
How do I describe me How I am And what you see is me How do I describe me Well, for starters I'm 23 How do I describe me I'm a college student Who will owe a lot of money
Lullabies sung in the wind, Sing to be heard again. Hushing rivers rise, To meet the tides. Summer rain, Drown me once again. Lightly snow, The fear that doesn't show. Twinding branches,
I hope... Because I care... Because I love my friends... Family... Neighbors... The powerful message... Jesus taught me To love your neighbor as yourself If it wasn't for that
What people can do, is tell themselves they can do. The only thing holding you back is the choice to follow through. Everybody has a genius soul, and the ones that we all know are the ones who push their limits.
He pushes you You cry He stab you You die It could have end at the push If you knew how to punch
Without filters we would all be the same Bland, Blind, Blank Same white canvas, same textured frame Who I am I without a filter?    We've all been through filters
There is a girl inside of me That wants to be all she can be. The parts that I give permission  For you to see Are filtered oh so heavily.   Behind the Walden, the Hudson, the X-Pro II,
When I take photos there is no filter When I describe me there is no filter When I am me there is no filter Why put a filter when you can just be you? Why be 50% you? When you could be 100% you all the time
No rhythm No rhyme Just me And myself Dark hands Bright face WIth a dim glow in the eyes Worn out By the challenge Of living each day with a smile Inside
#nofliter Why must we put a label on a picture that has nothing but a fake smile and good lighting? Because behind the raised eyebrows and the plastered grin on our face
We all have dreams to strive for   a goal to reach to reach for   we just have to wait for the right moment   to get success like the Romans    
Without a filter what are we? Without all the effects what are we? Without the popularity and the followers what are we?  We are misguided.
 I go where it's dim, only somewhat light, you can tell it's still me, just a tad bit more, "right". i'll move my hair, to cover some more.
If the whole world were to look up at the same cloud, what would they see? If I peered through stained glass, do I still see the same cloud? Do you see me as I see me? Meek.
Who am I? When people look at me what do they see? Do they see the person that I try to portray? The mature 19 year old? College Sophomore who has everything put together?
So many things happening around me and it just amazes me how God just continues to keep his hedge of protection around me and to bless me.I sometimes wonder about things that happened to me in the past and how so any people have walked out of my
My flesh, Locks of messy brown hair, And dull brown orbs Become pixels. My flaws are defined Or barely able to be seen. Filters Extra pixels cover the flaws I embrace.
My Beauty is defined by the amount of likes on a picture.
Mirror, Mirror on the wall Why do I hide behind a mask and walls? If I were to show the real me, would people run? Would they stay with me?  Or would I be left? People see me as the girl who has no worries,
Behind the scences of no filters    I am who I am. without it you see all my flaws,
There are few things in this world that need a filter Coffee being the main one Was I sub post to be born with one Or can they be installed like a TV   How can things improve If no one tells you
Though there are many different filters, I have one that is my favorite. Some may not even consider it. It's known as "normal" You see, this filter has acne scars. Also, the teeth aren't as white as they seem.
I want to get NAKED Its easy to take off your clothes and have sex; people do it all the time, but opening up your soul to someone, Letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes,
I don’t know where I’m going, but how I get there’s up to me
In today's society and social media, Beauty is changed in many ways. Social Media has changed our view of others.
Useful but useles, Depression within, Sunlight and darkness blinding my vision, The two fued and grow a connection, That rises tension forming me, Chill, relaxed, zoned into a beat,
    The cool grass under me, the soft songs that leaves of trees play as the wind travels through them
Confident. Determined. Unshakable. Beyond the image the world sees Those closest know who I am I do not bend to other's will I do not compromise What is right is right
Everything you feel, it's all in your mind Overwelming thoughts leads one to be blind The danger is real, but fear is a choice Save yourself from all of that noise
Beyond the lines , that bar away, the confusing notions of thoughts so  grey, I see myself, standing still,  framed in a photograph, resting  on a windowsill .
 A boy once thought to be a sh
Bringing me to this world with
We get judged, disciminated ag
I'm a captain, 
It's a mystery to tell, 
Comparision between two things
What You did for us and our ge
I feel the pain of others, and
Tears running down, 
There's inspiration in this ne
I crushed , 
What are these words that we s
You made a false turn, 
It took me 17 years to wear clothes that I liked. It took me 17 years to say yes when someone offered to do something. It took me 17 years to participate in class. It took me 17 years and I still fight everyday.
A girl with long brown curly hair. She's friendly, helpful, a hard worker,always with a positive attitude,
My hair my nails my tan? All rockin'! But how might you ask is my body not shockin'?
I gaze upon a picture
I'm the next new name brand. I'm the next major Meek Mill fan. I'm the next. I'm the next.  I may not display on my chest, but I want to be the next to star on set. I'm the next. I'm the next.
They say I am too much of me,
On this stage i stand, Waiting for my cue. Palms sweaty, knees shaking. Nervous ball of emotion.   Curtains are drawn;  Face hidden from Embarressment The music begins, and my heart stops.
I am the Earth and the soil.
#NoFilter is seen on every insta pic But we all know it is fake. I don't use filers to kick, kick my true self out of the feed. Natural beauty Makes you pretty No make up, no problem.  
In my selfies, I turn my "bad side" away from the camera I strike a pose that lets my hair fall Like a curtain before a show Over my lazy eye, The one that won't just behave and pretend to be normal
The way I see myself is created of many shades, some darker's  than others. My ideals and values are one of old's,  something thats seen untold. The artists of the past have corrupted my mind,
He gears up, readies himself. String by string, he dons his armor, piece by piece.
Who am I? I'm a lover, a believer, a thinker, and a builder.
When I look in the mirror who do I see? Let me be honest, I see a girl who hurts on the inside and can't control herself all the time. I am the type to just be alone in my room and sit there and think. 
Feelings for him are always the same why does it have to be like this. 
High School is wearing thin. What have these 4 years taught me? Why, that is to keep high your chin.
               I may fall some times but I get back up.                 I may stumble but I want go down.                You think Im perfect, oh no im far from it.                Theres only one, The Only Begotten Son.
When I walk, heads turn "Who is this girl with all the confidence in the world"? Lift my head high, you would'a swore I was lookin at God himself! When I talk, heads turn
Me without a filter is like water without being purified Like stream water before getting sterilized See I come with my benefits but can be poisoning You get the true nature of me no games no gimmicks
They say that the early bird catches the worm... Yet Earlybird just creates a haze that casts shadows on faces and words. It's funny because Nashville shows no affiliation to Tennessee;
A Young girl, about 17 or 18.In a croud of roudy teens at a concertShes wearing her favorite vestShes Smileing and having a good time in the pit and, at her very best
She was being followed. There was no denying the extra set of footsteps.
Ratty hair, Red at one point, now half brown Roots exposed. Eyes, small
So what if I'm not thin I can't play sports I'm not strong enough for physcial things But,
  Raw. Take away the chlorine and see Water not yet purified, Expansive and mysterious as the ocean, Curious and shining and rocking.  Rhythmic Waves.  Violent storms.
I am damaged and desolate. I stand amidst a land of withering, dying trees and although I can see the light that brings the open, thriving forest of greenery to life, I know I will never feel the warmth of that glow on my skin.
I’m a unique individual, well I claim to be, because nobody is me, even though I have a twin.
I am an actress,  I am a dancer, (though I cannot dance).  I read. I write. I lead.  I have a mean right-hook, but I am no athlete; I am a sham, a faker, a liar.
I am #... Always almost absent Beautiful beyond boundaries Constantly causing chaos Desperately desiring dreams Extremely enigmatic Ferverously faithful Grateful good girl
A flashing light coupled with a dilating lens. I hide my face with rosy cheeks, and a nervous smile
It looked original, body so curvy, eye's so blue, gray, green, even something a little in between, you know what I mean?
HAHA No Filter Haha Pure face Haha Hidden disgust Haha Beautiful lies Haha Look at my face haha. .  my laugh is weird. .  haha. .  I'm just kinda queer
I am     Light      Freckled face          Green eyes               Wavy hair I am
I’m a hopeless romantic
Life kind of sucks, I wish I could give zero fucks. Really none to give, why do I even choose to live.   Forget what I'll leave behind, if only you could see what's on my mind.
Life kind of sucks, I wish I could give zero fucks. Really none to give, why do I even choose to live.   Forget what I'll leave behind, if only you could see what's on my mind.
I am Ramses An Rock Angel I go by many names But it's always gonna Be Ramses Or BATMAN
Snap! I've been captured! But luckily it wasn't me. It was the person I wanted to be. Beautiful butterfly, hilarious hipster but don't forget, that was just the filter. The real me struggles daily
I connect every star with an imaginary line But also link our fate together with a single red thread. Love forged upon theinvisible path I paved Falls perfectly into my own celestial vision.  
I'm a human first so decide on me now than later
  No I don't seem to take it lightly
With every ounce of my being I adore you. I see more of you in me than anyone else. You are my best friend, my role model, my mother. Since the day I was born you were the one I could count on.
Flattering filter, are you my mirror?
I am usually socially awkward, the mask makes me look handsomely forward. I love to draw with my friend, the mask makes my friendships end. My words will the doves fly,  the mask make you question me: why?
There is a white scar on my forehead
Eye shadow hides the bruises from the mean girls blush hides the punches from my boyfriends hands lipstick hides the pimple that sprung up over night why do yo wear makeup? you will never understand.
Who am I? How the hell can I tell someone who I am, when I do not even know who I am.
If it's worth the penny you'll give for my thoughts, I will be willing to state a small truth. To apply a censor is an awful lot more harmful than words that are uncouth. A word said is a word expressed,
I am fighter and a leader; an encourager and movement starter. I was rescued from depression
war
what is the point in surviving? does anyone even know?     when it routes inside you how are you to let It go?   It knows all your secrets will become your biggest fear. slowly, It rips apart
Everyone thinks I'm flawless in this school The teachers, the students, the janitor that cleans the pool. Everyone thinks I can do it all Good grades, a girlfriend, and a star playing baseball.
I suppose I've never known how people see me- Not to say that I haven't thought about it a lot, (much much more than I care to admit) There was a time I didn't think anyone saw me at all,
I began as a little piece of algae, and after my lifespan, I died.  I didn't know much of anything as a piece of algae and after I died, there was no party to celebrate my life as algae.
Tell me what is really flawless?
Jessica Crosson  I am strong, caring, and passionate, 
When I was younger, I used to think that I was overweight Because my parents would say "You should lose that tummy of yours." I'm sure they meant well. My biggest influence didn't come
Shutter Snaps Perfect Picture Fancy Filter But which one? Sierra? no Sable? no Sutro? Yes, that's perfect. 110 Likes...   But Who Am I, Behind the filters? Who Am I,
Sirens, flashing lights
I don't know who I am no more,
Here
  Where do we go when we are lost? Where can we find ourselves and what’s the cost? I’m searching of the girl I once was. Looking and looking, where can she be? I see a girl, is it me?
Shy is the Strong Mind Forced into the Unkown World Yet Eager to Thrive
What am I? I have asked myself this question for a very long time. But, it’s not that I do not know Or have doubted myself for a while; You see, I do not fit in.
Filters and Captions can't define the person who was frozen in time when the picture was taken. Without the power of technology  I am ME. Simple and Authentic as I can be.
When all the petals have fallen, a lonely carpel on a stem, is  finally given its moment to shine. Its confidence grows dim and afraid. The petals, so bright, welcome the world and glow with confidence.
Name calling Stupid, slut, ugly, and fat whore How could one live in a world with these name calllings? Could these names be true? The blade The sharpness seeps within my skin There's no going back
"I woke up like this" Head wrap on woke up at 5 in the morin, Do I really want to go to stats? I ask myself while I am yawin' God ave me purpose thats what I feel on my chest
The first time through, you held me close Kissed my ear My forehead My mouth You whispered inwardly, that you would never leave   The day that it came Was the day that I broke
"Are you the brother that lives freely?"
The colors of life are all that surround, from which social media is everywhere to be found, Facebook, Instagram, Twitter,  and Tumblr, hashtags, likes, are all but words to make me humbler,
Who am I? You should know who I am. Standing tall, with my head up above. Looking beyond the present in hopes to build a future so strong no one could even grasp the concept of going backwards.
Ping ping the notification of a like The sound of satisfaction The sound I strive for    Recognition of my hard work Picking filters, using quotes, hashtagging Making sure the world knows I'm here
Come in, let me introduce myself . No, don't turn on the light.   I said I'd introduce myself.   We all look the same in the dark, don't we?  
Being flawless is hard work Doesn't happen in just one day I look at myself in the mirror day by day Days go on and you look the same  "Man, why am I feeling so grey?"
Dark raccoon eyes stare back at me Sleep deprived as anyone can see. I am a former shell of better days when I still danced in the suns rays.   Troubled ghosts flicker 'cross my face
Everyday I look into the mirror  a stanger stares back at me if only they could see me clearer and hear my plea The inner me shines through the cracks while trying to act The inner me loves snacks
Around my neck hangs  A large old black polaroid A flahs, memories 
Taking so much all the time. 
I never use make-up I rarely hold back Whenever I wake up  I try really hard  To be only who I am To only act like me Filtering myself would be a scam  Being fake, all would see
I'M SO SORRY THAT I COULDN'T BE EVERYTHING THAT YOU NEEDED.
You gotta start with need. A whole lot of need. Needing comfort, needing love, needing attention, needing support, needing guidance.
Who remembers what it’s like to be a virgin?
At a frosty road I
I am a runner, I am a student, I am a worker I am a student, I am a student, I am a worker I am me, I am me I think these simple phrases over and over, On my tumultuous journey  
                                   Day after day people put on their exterior appearance, strap on their mask, and go about life                    guarding their inner selves. But Who           are they really?
#lovely #me with no filter who can you see?
They say she laughs too much Her red lipstick is smeared and she doesn't play nice Torments of sneers pass her in school halls
Flawless. No flaws. Perfection. Beauty. True. Love. I. Me. Self-acceptance. Flawless.
I am me. They see me. It disapproves. But I don't. Society shall not judge. I will not pay attention. Let the words seep in to my head, It won't be happening. No filter.
Because your mind is bigger than the milky way.
The sun is pulled down the same way you pull me closer to you
You'll hear from a lot of people, that recover is a road.
I'm not sure how to wear self confidence
He's quiet, and sincere. He plays sports 'round the year. His life is put together; He's got nothing to fear. They've never asked Adam. They only know about him. He wants to answer all the questions
Without a flaw Perfect skin Perfect body Perfect hair It's a  girl. We have impossible standards For each other and ourselves. It's not fair
No filter? I never have a filter. I am me and if you  don't like it that is your loss Or that is what I will tell myself. Be your self But fit in 
It's odd that I do not need to add a mod-ification or filter To show the real me, the E-R-I-C-K  E stands for excellent, this poem shows the essence  R stands for rhymer who spits fire
My friend who is a girl, my girlfriend said I'm indechirable  Like I'm coded war plans from the highest general.  She can't crack me open, but I was never closed.
No filters, The real me? Something no one wants to see. Society wants fake, Perfect and glam. But I refuse. When people see my pictures with no filters, They may see no beauty,
I am Powerful. People see me as the short five foot tall girl I am. They picture me as weak and insecure, but I am powerful. Behind the imperfections of my body, my cheap makeup, my middle class clothes,
Who am I? That quiet girl, the one who would rather draw and be on her phone than talk. That girl who has never been to a party let alone has ever been curious enough to go to one. Who am I?
  Who I am is not who 
Amaro, Valencia, and X-Pro II; three of my favorite filters. Three filters that everyone loves. They make your skin seem softer Your hair seem shinier Or make your eyes pop out Filters, distortions.
Most people think I'm this bad person  The person their parents told them not to be friends with  Honestly..  I wear a mask because Nowadays  You can't be the person you really are in front of anyone 
Who am I without the pencil?
a woman with sad eyesbelongs to a speciesall unto her ownshe wears her grief as pearl earringsand sings melodies as she makes the bedshe drinks earl-grey tea
i am a mere inhabitantin a constellation of chaosand often timesi have a habitual inclintationto escape from these wallsthat harbor looming memories
Blessing from me to you. You mirrored my every move.
There once was a little girl with brown eyes so big you'd think she'd seen a ghost, and tangled waves of hair that fell around her face The little girl with big brown eyes and wavy hair was excited to see the world
I am a cold October night in a little town 7 pounds, 6 ounces, a bundle of joy
The rage sets in It pools in my stomach My hands itch to break something My chest is tight My eyes burn with tears
  When I was eight years old, I was a ghost for Halloween. But when I knocked on my neighbor’s door, she still noticed me and handed me a Snickers bar. But you didn’t do the same.
I am the ditch your tires get stuck in. I am your worst committed sin. I am a wrecked ship with no sail. I am the dirt underneath your nails. I am black coffee missing sugar. I am a disease without a cure.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, freckles,5’6”  and 150 pounds,My appearance won’t dictate my success. 1970 SAT, 29 ACT score,4.6 GPA, and 63rd in my class of 500.My academics won’t dictate my success.
 Don't you get it? I'm not okay I'm not just tired I'm not fine I'm not good My life is not great  Don't you get it? You need to understand that you don't know everything
Behind such Blue Eyes, Lye courage yet despised, I loath to be hold, Although beauty so bold. To hear my mother say baby its fine, Is too far gone in time. Behind these blue eyes with filters so divine, Is a girl lost in time.
On which hour on thy social media, thee wilt findeth a miniature of oneself, But what lie beneath the mask, the true visage? If thy mask be uncovered, what wilt thou findeth in thyself?
Image- despite your tries, Despite your cries, What are you under your makeup? Image- the fault in society, That brings tears to your diary, The sound of a heart breaking. Image is why-
 Just another face in a neamless crowd, no one knows who I am. They think they've got me all figured out, but they don't know anything. They think I'm not capable of being anything other than ordinary,
The Struggle   Growing up,
It is in my darkest moments that I become religious. Not so that I can pray to the lord for better times, but so that I can blame anybody but myself. To blame some creator for problems I know I’m responsible for.
 
Wake up with make up. Nobody would like my real face, So I post pictures of me in lace.  I cover every imperfection, So you never see my real reflection.  At the end of the day, 
The honey hasn’t been sweet in years,but my teeth are still rotting.Mama doesn’t know the half of it.She loves everyone too hardeven if she pretendsshe can’t remember their names.
You know what sucks? My pain in my heart I'm losing my luck It taste bitter and tart I feel tired all the time Yet my heart races fast I'm losing my prime My time won't last
A mirror only shows what you let it; It displays an image which eyes can distort. Most teenagers see a less-than-perfect image, But the mirror sees truth and perfection.
Brown eyes and light skin i am the brother of a twin doing stupid things to fit in if you live life this way, will you ever win? mom comes home late so i never see parents fight so i hold my pee
Here I am, a comedian Laughing and bright No one knows that underneath I have a serious fright That someone won't think i'm funny Someone will see That I am a real person I am me
You all look my way, but none of you see. I am the girl no one truly understands. I have the love of him and Him and them, but what is it if no one understands? I cry on his shoulder. I pray to Him.
One picture, but so many filters,Covering every little bit of realnessand every little bit of happyness,Wanting more and more,Only to recieve less,
I am a man who likes to rap! I am a man who takes no crap! I am a man who is eighteen! I am a man who is not mean! I am a man who loves his friends! I am the man who starts the trends!
My piercing eye grows wide with horrored truth 
Where does it go when the filter fades? Trying so hard for likes, and a million followers on your page.  But really what's worth all the rage?
I smile in the background. tilt my head when i'm confused. They think they know me, none of them really do. I'm not the girl in the pictures i'm someone who lives two lives as two lives live me. they think that they know me.
Don't worry I've swept away so many times might as well live in the bristles of a broom,
Break the lense
Simply You can see me Or does one now only see through selfies That dosen't show me I care I am fair I've done a couple things that a couple others wouldn't dare
Everyone is asking who I want to be. No one is seeing that I'm already me. I'm tired of putting up with all the bullshit and lies.  I'm tired of people trying to change me with their cries. 
Mama is a Daylight (Inspired by Evelyn Tooley Hunt, by: James Crawford) When she slips into the room, She shocks us Like and electrical power line, And we wake up amazed.
An introverts haven and a extroverts nightmare. A place where nothing can hurt you but your own thoughts but at the same time all your pain goes towards understanding who you are.Isolate yourself and reflect, isolate yourself and rejoice, isolate
Running to first period, I can’t be late anyone who has been here can relate “buzz” the tardy bell rings. I walk into class “Where is your tardy pass?” she sings.
I never liked filters. They always seemed trashy. I use them anyway. I make them work.   Authenticity is scarce. Though it's still there. You have to sift. Will you find anything?
Play Investigate, lazy Computer, television, bowling Average, future, work, paycheck Working, driving, buying
I was already there, waiting at a brink, looking for a clutch.A thing I could look towards and ask for helpBut within the noise and the frustrationI couldn't find a sign.
What is one without Filters? One who is bare and natural Are they the same person The same person you loved to be around Filters do not make that much of a difference If any at all
    
Why am I kickass?  My grades are quite high, for me the girls would die, I've got luscious brown hair,  when you're older you'll care, I jump high for my heighth also, I'm white.
You look on social media And what is it you see It's filters here and there But all I want you to see is me
Do you see me?Do you see the jaded light in fancy
Her movements mock my own, The hard light making her flaws shine.
I present to you an allegory: life as you know it. I brave my face to the world, but they don't seem to see it. It's like their own masks make them blind to everything else.
Hello, I'm the girl who sits in the corner. Remember me? Of course not. Why should you give me a second glance? Quiet, brainy, unassuming Awkward Loner This is what you see. I guarantee it.
I woke up like this, cranky, sluggish, fuzzy I woke up like this, ***Flawless I woke up like this, tired, cold, makeup smeared, I woke up like this, ***Flawless I woke up like this,
I am an epileptic schizophrenic with the magnetic charm of a younger Tom Selleck;   I am a rampaging bafoon who jumps before he leaps to his impending—   Doom, Doctor Doom, he who looms
I don't show you me, I swear.  I'd rather not let you know.
I was not meant to be a thing made of plain happenings and I am more, made up of manyunfolding, shrinking, expanding breaths
BreakawayThis illusion I've seen in my expressionless faceMirrored hate at a being that doesn't have words, and never existed outside cruel minds that ought to have been left behind
You look at the picture and you see what's there. You get lost in her smile, her completion, her hair.  Her dark eyeliner brings out the brown in her eyes and her eyebrows are perfectly shaped. 
 So, yeah you can find my pictures on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat but you can see me in person and be looking at a whole different person. In those pictures, I look happy, new, beautiful, and confident.
They say, “You can’t say that” They say, “Don’t talk like that; not about that” They wish to filter me.   I will not be filter, I will not stay hush-hush, I will speak my mind,
Frustration and hate beneath t
Imprisoned in her own
Who am I? hardest question I've had to answer,  I tell you what I want to be,  and as I think hat isn't me.  As I look at myself I know I don't need no help,  Im the goofy looking kid with the curly hair, 
Ok
Its not
I am young and not nearly done, What could I become? Thoughts whirled, Anything possible in this world. My imagination works day and night, I am like a knight. My pencil is my sword,
I  am a college student I am a hard worker I am a woman who remains persistent  even when her goals end up in failure  still I  push.Who doesn't have a porcelain face
So, this is what it feels like when all the walls start to fall. As the towers fall and replace  the the free space beneath them, I will think of  nothing I brought this upon myself.
You sit in the dark Scared of the world You feel like no one is there But you are not alone You feel worthless Like nobody cares Like you could disapear And no one would know
Take a PICTURE. It's worth a thousand words. Add a FILTER. Now its a lie. Keep it in NORMAL. It looks beautiful. Press KELVIN. Looks similar to 1977.   Please, No Filters...  
Smile. We hear the words to often. Smile. Maybe I don’t want to. Smile. Are we taking a picture? Smile. I don’t know that I can. Smile. Stop telling me to. Smile.
Some label me as an hippie because of my passion for love or a daydreamer because of all the wishes and prayers for peace.
Youre a disappointment You're a failure Youre a disgrace The connotations that I ponder When those are the words they say I guess it doesn't even matter that I got straight A's
#nofilter, cowarding at the bottom of some random girl's pic, yet the image itself speaks otherwise, producing something
I am a lone wolf when it comes to decisions but there is time for a pack With the filter what you see is the ruler of discomfort The queen of the damned, a social bone crusher
You wanna know what makes me flawless Acknowledging my imperfections. Having the ability to forgive and forget those who were snakes
I am a lazy shaft of 4 o'clock December light I stay sleepily under warm blankets
Children: Are innocent Are naive Are silly   I am a child.   Not really. I'm eighteen. Too old to be a child.   But I am. Believe me.  
Flannel shirts, sweaters, well kept. those are the words people used to describe me today I'm not always so elequent A messy bun and a haze of cigarette smoke are my ideal state
I feel beautiful But I'm not I want the attention But I don't I am someone I am not If I was myself you wouldn't like me But I'll never truly know
what has our world come to? Have we lost the sense of natural beauty? We filter our photos to appear different
I'm very into makeup,  Taking on different looks, But behind the coverup, Theres a different girl,  Less confident than all, But in a shy confident way 
Regrets and shame Moments that will never be the same There is no rewind button No delete No fast-forward or a pause This society breathes and lives through computerized chips surgically dug into our brains
Staring into my reflection is a daunting one I see a girl with too much mascara, that she liberally applied to impress people who couldn’t care less I see a girl with a broken smile
Hi there, this is the real me. Not the smart, energetic, and lovable person you know. But, the person behind the curtain, the one I don't show.   The real me is lazy,
The story of his life has been a constant struggle So many problems and responsibilities that he's been forced to juggle Everything he's had to do it was by himself
Your beautiful just the way you are There us no need to wear makeup Don't fake it up Just the way you are You shook the world up Because your are beautiful just the way you are
I listen to my music full blast, I don't except last, I'm tough, But not too rough, I feel others pain, I feel insane, I a nerd, Kinda wana be  bird, Just escape it all,
College expensive. Students need a lot of help. Books needed as well.  
Two broken souls, two halves of a whole. Two different footprints, on paths that barely cross.  It’s hard to believe the things that we see…
I tilt my head up, it reflects the light better. Followed by the caption, carefully typed letter by letter. Should I use Valencia? it makes me look tan. This will definately get me famous, every "like" is a fan.
You are Perfect being you    Be crazy, be happy, be full of imagination   Dont hide behind filters, show the real you    Embrace those moles, those scars, let your flaws run free  
Smili
My hair is brown and short and curly My lips are big and sort of pink My teeth are slightly moved forward But that doesnt mean I am less of a person My forehead is full of dark spots
December
I have to hurry home and prepare dinner tonight I have to finish my cleaning or else it’s another fight I’ve still much to do: the laundry, the dishes, the dusting, washing the stains off the floor
Filters change our looks Through this, they hide our true soul Forcing conformed life
I'm just tryna get to know you tonightI'm sure there's a lot of things on your mindAnd people you inspire? See the connections I have with people is not my desireFor the things I aspire
Click, click, click goes the camera, Showing all of me whe I first wake up. I see someone beautiful staring back at me, As she is lying down with her hair tangled and no makeup.
They see my faults; I see only beauty.
It doesn’t matter If I’m opened or closed. There are no discrepancies In the work that I do. I always see both sides For what they really are. Never do I have to worry
Raised by a strong woman as my example, Influence and guidance have always been ample. There have been struggles to find my path and my way, Often times changing direction each day.
I have had braces for 5 long years.
Camera goes 'Click' The face in the picture is no one That's not me That is my filters
God is the maker of all        mankindHes so flawless he will blow     your mindI wanna be a member of    his     teamTrying to live holy with
Just who am I? A silent little girl?
I feel that maybe seein' you go was a wakeup call. A wakeup call to reality. That grownups sometimes have no choice even if they get down on their knees.
Who am I? I'm just a shadow of a shadow.
Who am I? I'm just a shadow of a shadow.
I am me under these clothes behind those filters. I am me. No bright light to make my picture brighter. No filter to make me lighter. I am me. Who am I with all these unspoken words?
Hairy Armpits “Just wax, or shave, or pluck that hair.” Don’t you see I really don’t care?   “Oh my god that’s so gross, ew!” They don’t bother me, why does it bother you?
The me without a filter is just like anyone else. Full of fear and regrets, maybe even a few insecurities.  But the me without a filter is not always seen. 
     The first time I traveled with my high school volleyball team I felt danger in the back of my mind when we drove by a pet hospital.
I am not defective I am simply me I have many phases Like the moon above the sea And craters in my face as my brother likes to say I am not picture perfect But when I smile
Mask On. 18 years old. Wise Soul. Excessive Laughter. Jokes never get old.
A child of Suess and a daughter of grace, in this whimsical world I was kindly misplaced. On an island of misfits I took to my tongue, like the martyrs had spoken my brilliance begun.  
Some flash exotic colors of Baby Lips Others puff out with dominance
Who am? Who am I without all the makeup?
The world is a mistress of beautiful things But the harsh reality is It also holds ugly things And we have ugly people posing as beautiful people And they press the buttons Leaving the rest of us in poverty
Without my filter, who would I be?
I am Photogenic, yes capital P
"How whimsical is "She"?
Who knows the real me? If I look deep inside, I know I can find The real me even if I am truly blind. I let the words get to me. Knowing they are not true, But even though my eyes are blue
The loss of sleep can be seen hanging under my eyes Concealer can't do a thing despite how hard I try  The cover up can't cover up what's lying inside Eyeliner and mascara running on my laugh lines
Her eyes are blue Her eyes are bright Her lips are flawless too And her hair is just right   Her nails are long and thin Her nose is a perfect width Her skin is considered perfection
I think of all the things I think is wrong with me. My acne, my eyebrows don't look alike, I don't have a flat stomach, my hair isn't long and luscious, I'm too plain in my clothes. I think: "I am flawfull".
Who the fuck am I, you asked.
My name is Morgan Without a filter I am normal   Without a filter my teeth are gray Without a filter my eyes are just okay Peers would describe me as pretty But that's just the filter, really  
Whenever you see your reflection
What even gave Rise to the Instagram filters? I'll bet some Earlybird got up one day, But when looking for OJ, he saw only Amaro liqueur.
A Capricorn under Saturn Ambitious, natural like earth's soil Beautiful without effects and powders Humble, do tumble, I mumble under my breath waiting to be discovered
So who am I If not what you want I am not perfect or flawless  
No filter and no makeup, I feel naked It's hard to admit, I'd rather fake it, Pretend like I'm okay, With the small acne scars on my face, The way all my hairs don’t naturally fall into place,
       Without make-up such as foundation, mascara,lipstick,eyeliner,eyeshadow and eyebrow pencil,  makes me flawless.The chemicals in these products ruin my natural look. Having make-up on is like wearing a mask.
Who am I beyond the mask?Behind the facade is a woman.Why I am no different than you.
Who is me beyond what they see Doing what I can for the perfect selfie Lip gloss on, hair curled slightly Making sure my imperfections is unsightly Who is to say who is me Who is me beyond what they see
"You are beautiful in each way that I can
Adopted at birth, I now know the truth. I figured it out, you could say I'm a sleuth. Friendly and happy, a sweet shy kind of guy. Describes my essence and I'l try to show why.
Never did I think the world would see me Behind the flowing stems of roses
I never grew up in poverty or tragedy
As tears streamed down her face, She realized how alone and empty she felt. She was so isolated and abandoned. It hurt her so much within her chest. A half baked smile on her face. She lost sight of herself.
They told me I would never be the man Instead, a role player with a single fan.
I am a dork, I am silly, I am beautiful without makeup.   I have a heart of gold, I am smart, I am a hardworker.   Without a filter, I am all these things, And I love it.
I am Many things. I am blonde. I am tall. I am smart. Sure... I am those things. But you know what else? I am other things too. I am things that you don't know. I am fat.
WIthout the filters, Without the perfect lighting, Who is that girl?   She looks hidden by makeup Or the facade of social media, But who is that girl?  
When the clouds clear and the curtains are drawn, you get to witness the person that is truely beyond. No glitz, no glamor, nor artificiality present what you see is honestly-just me.  
I am a venomous snake in the tall grass Waiting to strike and kill those who pass Acid is weak compared to me That corrodes and decays peace and glee
Smooth skin, Thin waist, This is who I want to be. Crop the image, Add a filter, And there it is; the new me.   See the smile? See the hapiness?
Wishing upon peace,  hoping no one sees me, Taking a deep breath, hoping no one hears me, Walking through school campus vastly, having fear of being stopped, Smiling, but speaking no words,
There is an end to everything, aye, to what we all hold dear. Time will pass, maybe goals fulfilled - and still this loss we fear. It takes away all inhibitions...purpose; and it leaves you all alone
Looking into the mirror, Wiping away the tears. A new day is ahead And a new face appears. No one can see past The cover that is shown, But nobody really understands What is called the unknown.
Yes I know I am not perfect. But who are you to point that put? No matter what you say, my confidence will remain the same. I will feel beautiful.  I will feel pretty. Becasue I am flawlessly flawed.
Once Upon A Time... I'm no princess but I've got beautiful eyes  
The controlling controller roams in  her controlling world, thinkinking highly of the crazy cool adventurous odesseys  she embarks on.   Her blanket is her cape to escape 
The world tried to filter me, To screen me before I came. They told me, "This is what we want to see, Please disguise your ugly pain."   "No one likes a whiner," they'd say,
Stop! Don't think,Just breathe,It's over,He's gone,He can't see you cry,     Deep BreathStop: the tears,The lies,The pain,The regret,The blame,     Deep Breath
I've learned to enjoy these walks alone Breathing in the cool, crisp Autumn air. With each breath I am renewed. Alone with my thoughts I realize How beautiful the leaves are, How majestic the trees are,
No, doctor that's not the problem You don't understand I'm putting guns to my head like I don't own my hands I'm laughing so loud in a room with my friends but  as soon as I'm home I feel slightly deranged
I am flawed You are flawed. We are all flawed.   These flaws can be physical: not matching to what society wants, not being the stereotypical beautiful covering it up with powders and cloth.
I see you, Standing by my side. Waiting to catch me when I fall. Ready to help me out.  We all act as if we united We are one We are powered But how united are we?
I am a beloved daughter of God A light in this world of darkness that surrounds me A friend to those around me I am a girl with the deserve to impact the world around me
Looking at my face You'd never know In my life A war grows On the outside I`m filled with life On the inside I`m dying Not from sorrow Not from strife Literally I fight
Every morning there is a bucket of bricks on my back. It slowly reaches to the top as the skinny and the fabulous come in from their room of perfection.
You saw me as your porcelain doll your darling girl Your perfection but There was an immaculate exception you thought i was your faithful pet the dog who'd  "she'd be back"
Sun shining bright through the window's ruby curtains, She got up. Hair in disarray, Face a mess with squinted brown eyes, She was bare, untouched, raw  
People have been insulting people forever, and I must say "Stop!" If you don't stop today, then I will call a cop. I want the number of racial slurs to decrease, because, my friend of mine, we need some peace.
We look for sleep but it doesn’t come, at least not pleasantly. The neurons firing in our brains only produce the fears, the fears we most desperately want to forget.
1          I was born into the unknown, Inheriting a gene few familiars have shown.   2          But why was it a problem? No one knew. My peers knew not, I knew not. Play in oblivion, all youth do.  
Quick with a joke and full of hope
One day I hide away Only to stay Somewhere grey So day  I may stry But today is not that day
No one really knows me I'm not sure what they see But from the way they talk and look At me I know they don't feel close to me Don't they know they're all I have?
Im running and hiding in fear. Everyone around me points and laughs at me. I run to the shadows but your there. I beg you to leave me alone but your there. 
Suffering through the same old same day in and day out.  Nothing ever changes.  Everyday im hoping and im praying for someone to make a change. Then I realize I can make a change. I can make a difference. 
The color orange is exciting yet composed.   Still, a lack of admiration from those opposed.  
The beauty within yourself is based on conciousnes  Most people seem to always brag about what they have,  Others just tend to whine about what they don't, I'm more in the midle.
The beauty within yourself is based on conciousnes  Most people seem to always brag about what they have,  Others just tend to whine about what they don't, I'm more in the midle.
They say Grendel was a demon, born from the line of Cain. They say he was riddled by malice and impregnated with sin. But I think he's a part that lives in us all,
Though the winds blow Though the trees sway
You see that girl, Do you truly see? She's been fighting, It's an internal struggle. She understands if you ignore, But don't be decieved.  Like a mirror at a carnival,  She torn up in sorts.
The time to express myself. It comes and goes over time.  Just like when the sun sets and it does'nt show itself. The dark takes over and I cover myself with mud and slime.   Outside in the dark,
My personality and voice were white.                 Of course, these descriptors were perfectly right. My physiognomy and intelligence were Asian.
What are we as humans? Are we just people with amazing discoveries and ideas? Are we just idealistic and logictic people? Are we the one that we wanted to become? If so, what am i ? 
Well, you could say I’ve created this image of myself fragile and wavering, shaking and unsure   I walk to the grocery store, self-conscious with my hands in my pockets. I try not to look at the sun too long.
These shaded glasses  hide my jaded and flawed eyes
I've lived most of my life behind a curtain. Those tender, shaky Seconds just before a performance, Auditoriums and microphones are a part of me. But when I was younger, They only meant singing and
What is behind it? The void The abyss The unknown Behind it is whatever it pleased to be
Do they dabble in trends?Dwell on the popular breed,No matter the way their stories bend?No matter the fruit of their seeds?
“Where do you see yourself in five years?”It is almost a cruel question to ask a young person who is so hopeful and uncertain
We live fast, racing here and there; quickly bolting through this dream. What are we living for? Where is our end? Don't forget to look around, stop. Just for a moment, think. Love. Dream.  
An extraneous hope for merciful redemption These queer mice lurking behind harrowed shelves  Rapidly engage between bones crackling beneath the hands of lost worship;
There are many parts to me Stereotyes Characterisics Looks   I feel at each deserves a place in my heart For I would not be me without it As each misshapen bit
We all want to be accepted.
What were we all waiting for?
So out of touch with myself.
If I were to express myself,  Be myself; my true self Would I be accepted? 
I have many a friend, I will follow them to the end. But do they actually see me And who I want to be? There is a man behind the curtain, In that I am certain. I hide behind my masks,
Like a magical wardrobe lost in time Behind the fur coats you will find A door way to an open Skye  
I draw the veil that is a smile over my 
That's ItI've made itI'm doneI booked my ticket straight to the sunThe stars speak and I hear;"This is your Captain speaking,Your one way flight from victim, Land of SilenceHome of the Slave
  To outsiders I’m just a simple, plain wallflower. But if you look a little closer, beyond the closed off petals you’ll see that each petal tells a story with a little bit more power.
When you first asked for my name The first thing that comes to mind is the number of times I will lie to you How many times do I have to sequester behind these curtains with the fear of you judging me
"You are such a bad liar (it's true) and oh, you never cry!" (why would I?) for my reputation could never handle the admission of emotions.   That hits too close to home, you see,
The real me? I am not who I thought I was. Believe me, You can't change who i am now because I am free. Under the curtain I have been washed In the sea. My fake personality has been squashed.
what do people see when they see me? do they see a boy struggling to be? or do they see a man being what everyone desires to be? do they see a boy working as hard as possible to get his way?
I wake up hoping today will be different Hoping I can actually get up Hoping I can live Hoping I live Hoping Hope... something I lost Not all at once no Slowly I lost all hope
I look into the past a see a girl afraid of trying A girl afraid to fail, a girl afraid of shining A girl that even though they encouraged again and again, Never saw what they saw
I laugh For a young woman who cries is known to be a coward I smile For a young woman who frowns is helplessly depressed I study
Through his life in good and strife           A mask did he wear. On face a grin, but not within           And smirk he did not dare.   On a whim, this boy so grim,          Soon to be a knight.
I've got a lot of people in this life. They tell me what to do or who to be. I listen, and I nod. They are my loved ones. They see me as I want them to. They see me smile. I give everything my all.
I. When I speak, I stumble over sentences. Like words are so uncomfortable in my mouth, That they fall haphazardly into the world. II. My hair is a wreck, and my eyes are like winter.
I think best when I'm alone
I sailed the seven seas and rode the rough tides, When I made landfall, I came, I saw, I conquered. This epic tale will travel far and wide, but alas there are secrets yet to be uncovered.
These hands of mine Have collected the tears succeeding a painful tease Fallen victim to a panic-induced squeeze Enfolded my weary, bruised knees. But still continue to dance by my soul with ease.  
You look at me and think I'm fine, confident and loving life, Unaffected by your exclusion. If only you could see The tears I have cried at night The knives I feel in my heart and back.
There was a distinct difference
Who bothers to risk their eyes to look into the light of the sun? They cover their eyes and turn their backs and take advantage of the warmth and the glow Me I am the sun Everyday I rise and my rays
Smile.. It's just a mask Laugh... Another mask Calm... Thats just my face So much built up animosity, I dont know where it goes
As I sit in my pew The same pew I've sat in since birth, On the left 6 rows back Close to the middle aisle, I can't help but see The woman in the back, As she cuts her eyes 
Truth be told abot me Things you coul never dream to know Wind is a trusty treasure that makes me feel free
The me you see is the me everyone expects to see
If the worls is a stage, And we ar the plaers, Then we hide ourselves, Costumed with our parts. To the world, our viewers, We are characters, Destned to play our parts. Behind stage, we live,
Heads turn at the sound of young black woman’s heels clicking the cold parochial floors, The ruthless power of her stride swings open solid cross laden wooden doors.
People see her as a Greek piece of theatre Never showing her true identity Always hiding behind a mask She goes along telling my story But reality never comes out   At home, a different mask is put on
The newest shoes, anything observers can idealize and see You are not measured by what they say you should be We do not have to keep following media's image, instead come talk to me
No peeking
We are the generation of a new millennium.Be proud?Our title could’ve been better, it sounds pretty corny,I looked online, no one seems to think thatWe’re going to be the ones that save the world
Me.
People can label me. Best Leader. Class Favorite. You name it. However, that's not all I am. I'm not just a label, or another number. I'm human. I want most of the same things that everyone else wants.
A solemn tribute to Society, traveling in silence, avoiding gazes, conflict. Curtain of Camouflage.   Misinterpretation leads a nation, deceit grows infectious, killing souls day by day.
The mask I exhibit is that of Any other high school senior Blended into the background; Hidden amongst other faces. A flag twirler in the marching band, A member of Chem Club;
Yellow Brick Fool I represent the lollipop slang, my language marks class, well spoken, or gang. The wonderful wizard of ostracization prompts concealment of character to defy my creation.  
May I obtain an epiphany of self-pursuit? Cease the persuasion of pointed fingers and demanding mouths, Consume the obtained knowledge of the stacking years,
 You think he is cute, he dresses nice, a little player, but he is into you. "I can make him change", thinks the girl that is still in her teens. You fail to realize that he is young too.
I am so tired of all the voices that I hearTheir catchy sayings attempt to mold me into an average teenI will be the rebel that is expected by defying mainstream culture
 I am alone in a school full of kids  I am aone in a house filled with my family I m alone while hanging out with friend
"I like the color blue and I like to read," I say. They do not know it is the somber, 
Nobody, nowhere, no one knows
I want to feel  A pounding on the ground
        i.         At six I knew there was something wrong. There were thoughts that swirled around my mind, Sinuous snakes that slithered and curled in forgotten crevices,
Wretched flames amidst sweltering pink ridges
Fresco painting fake faces onto my own I Cover my true self with layers of plastered Self-consciousness I want to be free I want to Peel back every Doubt I’ve had on Why my face
Entering high school, the stereotypical high school jock, sole focus to be the best on the team and win over the hearts of girls.   Not truly understanding myself, following my father's basketball dreams,
My friends’ minds do not blush at their ignorance, My friends’ ears do not turn red Instead, their flesh molts as a dead thing’s does. From purple to blue From blue to black From disused to diminished
Everyone knows about first impressions They are what determine whether you matter to them Or just someone they will take up their time with To create the next bit of gossip
      
I hide behind transparency
To learn how the world works
I am strong
Some people call me pedantic. A soul-survivor, Easy-going romantic. But I'm worrisome   I can't have much fun, 'Cause what if my mom's the next one Cryin' like the mommas of lost sons,
Red
Sitting on the carpet of my square room, my mind raises the curtain. I take a seat in the middle of a vacant theater. Encompassed by red leather, my mind previews. Flashing before me, large and vast is Today.
The real me isn't all that pretty, it isn't something someone would want to see,
The Dragon’s Wings   Fantasy within, reality without, Wings down, curtains up, Straight face, hiding the goofy smile, Professional by day, amateur at night,
I'm Flawless Not because my skin is clear or my body is perfect  Cause I'm Far from both ..  But  because I love.. I love hard ..  I'm flawless cause my loyalty runs deep 
That smart young girl who seems to have everything figured out with a bright future ahead yet if you looked deep enough you will find  that everything is broken   Those kind eyes holds pain
This is not a mask but a shell. A formulated architecture Based on Observations Standards Expectations   I am not my mask, my shell Who is the interior He is Numb
Shy girl, heart on her sleeve, with a necessity for independence and to be outspoken.  Typical. 
  It’s not about the voices you hear That makes you hide Or the room full of masks To keep you in disguise
Excited & In Love With Christmas By~ Vannessa Peters I am excited & in love with Christmas.
“So smart.” “So Strong.” “So Brave.” “She’s the one who has it all together.”
Wonderful taste in life when you bite out of l
Popular. That's me. I have a lot of friends I'm confident in myself
If I talk like this, Can I walk like that? Would it be okay? How would I be perceived? Or can you be deceived?   Stereotypes surround me. I think I have found me
Step, breathe in, step, step, step, breathe out. Don't forget to smile. If it slips for even a moment, you suddenly transform into this perceived monster of unpleasant, dishonest and ungracious tendencies. How dare you.
The stories of the Greek Theatre
I do not want them to know How I am just an empty vessel My life has been so dull Ever since I let him go I was supposed to be my father’s hero But I failed him, my negligence unforgivable
Pay no attention to the girl behind the curtainShe's shy and insecure, she’s anxious and uncertainShe hides the way she really feels by giggling and flirtin'Hoping no one pays attention to the girl behind the curtain
I smile, I giggle, I say the things I’m expected to say. Never cry, Never yell, My face permanently plastered with a grin. My positivity can be suffocating,
The pressure to meet the mark of a standard that is ever heighteningAnd never compromisingIs seemingly an everlasting presence that can either be disregardedOr
This curtain is one of Carefully painted black lines Swiped across eyelids. This curtain is one of Carefully handled curls Dried in the wind out the car window. This curtain is one of
I am the girl that wears a lot of make up, which hides who I really am. Eye shadow, eye liner and foundation, I wear it all. The make up disguises who I really am;
  I was once naked because it used to be enough To bear it all bare with not much else but a smile in your eyes and a thought on your tongue
I drift the sea of those who offer you none.But when i witness you being giftedmy heart soars.
They say "I don't get it." They say "I don't understand." "How can someone erase themself, Silently, a perminant end?"   "He was always so happy" they say, "Always willing to lend a hand".
I hide behind an armor of confidence. It shines its' silver on the eyes of anyone who sees it. It seems strong, It seems bold, It seems unbreakable, But this armor breaks away.
There was a documentary on the History channelIt was about how all the gods worshiped throughout all time by all people were the same godHow Zeus was the same as Jupiter, and how Jupiter was Thor and how Thor was Jesus
In the public eye, I am happy, joyous, full of personality, In my bedroom, I am sad, depressed, full of sorrow,
It's not that uncommon to see on the screen,On movies, in books, and in everyday scenes,The portrait, the painting, the one-sided standard.The model of virtue that's held to regard,
The greatest lie I’ve learn to tell Is of the facade that I try to sell. By chance or happenstance, I’ll let you decide, Why behind a mask I feel I must hide.   Hard to describe our world as great,
“Conceal Don’t feel Don’t let it show Don’t let them know” Quoted from the movie “Frozen” And none sadder but truer words have never been spoken See we all hide behinds our curtains and masks of sorts
What is right? What is wrong? 
Defying realityIs the best part of being me
Read my Mind, Read my Face,
My directors always tell me to just go whenever I am ready,
I am pure. I am true, but I'm not everything you thought you knew. Hiding behind the curtain, is a nervous, ambitious woman. Many tell me I can't do it. I feel like no one will listen.
Juniper eyesKalediscopesCold.Bitter.Resting faceSeperated mind from bodyagaintyping rants of equality outcry"Bitch"Like bee-sting.Hurts for a second, Stays throbbing
If sin and Beauty became as one, What astounding creation would be done? Would it not befuddle the mind, A thing of beauty and transgression designed? A flawless child meets the eye,
Loosing Herself In a swirl of expectation she loses herself
Lord, Please send me a man, Is what she says...
  Good morning!   How are you?   Fine.   What'll it be today? A coffee? A latte?   Hot? Iced? With sugar? Of course   Will you be using your card?  
Life is like a roller coaster--Psh, that's so cliche.If you really think about itLife does take you on a wild ride
To hold the curtain,  to clench it with my hand every stich meant to be missed curtains on a window curtains on a stage curtains in a hospital room to seperate the pains some to hide the shame,
Dude, you know I was raped, right?
I often wonder how I got here  
Painted across a thin veil That hangs lightly in front of me Is a girl who smiles, And enjoys sports.  She laughs at the right times, And thinks that people singing loudly is annoying.
A rainbow bracelet rests proudly on my wrist. It’s my subtle, colorful way of silently coming out to anyone that cares to look.Frayed strings brush against my palm as I type,a constant reminder to hold back no more.
All is empty then there's war you see first, a ring soon a kingdom.   Train your eyes to become super yet simplicity can do it all.  
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, For he is not the me you're supposed to see. Keep paying attention
I walked on broken glass,
  Beneath The Surface I hide myself
I am a woman behind a curtain, and that's something that I find difficult to accept. Keeping lies, and secrets, I seem to always let them take advantage of every part of me my heart, my lips, my eyes.
No one sees me because I'm scared. There is hardly anything more pleasant than being like those joyfull people. This isn't me, I want to do without restraint. Its been so long since that has happened. I do it for others since they did it for me.
Year Zero (Infancy) I am born. I am dependent.
Put on a face Let no one see
My mother earth gave me my shadow. Her heart relished in thieving light out of my body the way that dusk takes wrinkled hands and a sewing needle to stitch the sun into the seam of the horizon.    
The candles set fire, the ambers burn
I am bruised. Let me shed my tears. My life has been fused. I wan to give. No im just confused. I want you to see my fears. Im scared to live. That I lived with all these years.
In the corner, I sit, backstage, small and scared of the world around me. I don't want to move, for fear that I will go far, far away and never come back.   I want no one to look at me
 Bullying is for the weak  Bullying is hard to beat  you have to stay strong  To survive what's inside  You think it will disappear  If you stay hidden within,  yourself and keep it from
she is blue electric music.    she is cocktails and bright neon lights and classic cars and pastel smeared colored flowers.   
You get up just to plaster on a fake smile and laugh constantly, Because that's what people who have their shit together do.
I hurt him. My first love. I fell hard. I forgot.  I erased. I escaped. I yearned. I fought. I resisted. I regret. I got hurt. I hurt him.
I learned real fast, Life stopes for no one, So I let pride take hold, I learn fast never judge by what you see or hear, Take my faith and believe in the impossible, If you want to change the world,
2 years of battling depression are buried in her chest
Are we really glorified by the outcome? Are we paying the wages of a sin or an ideology? It is shaming us into silence. A two-face lie with another side.
Beauty is many things But it is NOT power Confidence. Strength. Intelligence. These things give me power These are the things that make me feel FLAWLESS Beauty is many things
When your emotions are bottled up, Sealed away beneath the depths of your heart  And past your soul, It makes you feel saddened, No one has ever tried to search that deep To find what you really are,
Muisc is my life Music is my passion Music is a way for me to release all my emotions Without music, my life would be shattered. What I've been through, What I've seen. What I've heard,
when i see myself the way everyone else sees me i am walking down the hallway smiling at everyone who passes;
One-two and tick-tock Ribbons and lace tied up in a knot Like the one in my stomach, the one in my throat The one in my head that hangs from a rope Give me your hand, tie it up with strings
We put our front to shield ourselves from the monsters on the outside Worried about getting hurt again. My past is filled with despair and depression, And no one needs to row back there.
I am. I am not. I am not to I am not to be I am not to be defined. No one. No one can. No one can place No one can place me. I am the... Night before the breaking dawn....
I am rainy days, butterflies and big hazel eyes. I wonder where the rainbows end and when the sky stops. I see old book pages turn and kites soar through the air. I want to glow with kindness and radiate love.
They are what make us unique, What makes us learn from our mistakes. Everyone has them, so how can you say who has the better mutation? These tiny imperfections are what differentiate us from one another.
She is a girl who puts her family and dearest friends first. A girl who doesn't mind a few critical comments.
Behind the curtains Never let them close Keep your secrets concealed So that no one should know All the pain and the tears Can leave a dessert run soaked wish the problems fade away
it gets so confusingtrying to figure out who you areas you're force fed spoonfuls of stereotypesat such a young age and are isolated because we are different when people realize it.  
There was once a girl born into a world that let’s children live in their imagination, But as she grew there were restraints put on her dreams,
I walk on the stage beginning to shake, Adrenaline pumping through my veins. The lights above so hot my skin could bake, Anticipation takes over my brain. My cast mates around me seem like a blur,
Melancholy and gray, blank and boring, A new room in a new house. It is a strange place, Filled with strange people. A deserted island upon which, He alone resides.
Pay no attention to the girl behind the curtain, That quiet one, over there. For she is something unusual, Something you should beware.   Pay no attention to the girl who hides
Here's to the quiet girl who no one understood they called her incapable they said she was no good   so, she set herself on a mission to be an actress and a star where she could show the world
My dad said once That flaws are what make a woman beautiful It took me eighteen years to believe it  
  They tell me that I’m a quiet girl, an innocent one
  I am Black and White in a world of Grey Everything is fixed, nothing is certain, Separated only by a curtain,
Someone like me Someone like me   Someone like me gets up everyday and does something new Whenever if it's going to school Or facing something new at home  Everyday is a new day for me
Just because I act the way I act Doesn't mean I really feel it on the inside Life is an act, a play, a show Having the bumpy adventures of a roller coaster ride. Someone once told me that if our heart says it
    Unable - to what?
Underneath the flesh Beyond the superficial things Trying to past the test That society often brings Whats a person to do Underneath so much pressure Trying to make it through
He opens his eyes and looks at his reflection in the mirror He is lost,He is confused,He questions… Who am I? The answer is not one that is simple,But could be clarified with explanation
Dancing in private in a secret place. Looking for ways to win this race. Thoughts of the mind, Tick tock with time. Fear of my very own strength. Wondering if I will go the length. Drastic emotions,
I know my secret self, Do you know that self? It is different than my ordinary primary self. That self is hidden “behind the curtain”. Hidden, hidden.   I know my secret self,
I am from pastels, from finger paint and crayons. I am from the dust that settles under a marimba’s wooden keys (Grey, fine powdery enough to make one sneeze) I am from the orchid,
Since the very first day I lived, I looked out at everyone. Each man focussed on his sin, simply correcting what he had done.   Darkness falling on their souls, concentrating on their wrong,
Behind the camera is where I stand. Surveying over the land. There I stand, hidden from view.
Expectations   a cage of too much potential   making my perceived achievements and resultant pride essential   Can I let go?   or does my satisfaction and ego hold me back?  
Eighteen years of backstage passes      Sleepless nights spent looking after the home Faked smiles while out,      bottled tears while alone      
your handwriting in the letter. the way the blood splattered. how gracefully you jumped. and the sound that came from your landing. everything was perfect. except the ending.
On my soul lies a curse It is an evil few can grasp Granted me with a personality bright as molten gold
Smile. Don’t let them in, don’t let them see, keep them all at arms’ length. Perfect. You Must Be Perfect. We live in a society where hating ourselves
People say it’s like burning, but all I get is the ache.Dull and stabbing            constant and ebbing                        etched into my Self in pricklingthrobs.
Me is nerd, Myself is ornithophilous I am determined.  Read, bird-watch, give my A game, All these are in my name. Studying is not only me Playing with my birds is not only myself.
Yes I have the blonde hair Yes I have the soft brown eyes Yes I have the slim figure that doesn’t grow Everything is checked off on the list
4:32 am I sit up and look around my room only to see different shades of black, each just as lonely as the next.
I have done the things THEY want me to do. I have loved the people THEY want me to love. I have concealed myself with things that carry false pretenses. I have changed everything i am for THEM. I have become desperate to fit in.
There is a girl behind a curtain Who cannot be seen. She lives her life hidden From the word around her. Being invisible is her only Protecton from the world.   If others knew who she is,
I wish You all could see The small girl behind the facade.   Behind the facade That does nothing but show off And try to prove to everyone that she is a woman.   When really
I have been boxed and labeled, and am expected to reach a certain location, but I've been lost in the mail, 
Raven cloaks billow around th
I live in a world of crudeness I live in a world full of venom I live in a world which finds victory in sadness I live in a world full of crushed sprits  
Days flew by, blurring in and out of conciousness. Inexperienced and careless,
Ever since my first breath I have always been different In the eyes of others that is. Bullied so ruthlessly I had to change schools.
Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
My life started out great, My childhood has been glorified by playful memories, Visual symphonies, Playing behind closed eyes, Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t all lies, Honestly my mother tried,
Fear Fear, is what I am made of
    The Shadow Behind the Mask By Samantha Reece  
Walk through the door and I hold my head high, Never will they hear my defeated sigh. Walk a little straighter, come on be a little stronger, Stand a bit taller, you can hold on a little longer.
Let me take you to a place Where a curtained creature crawls and cowers covering his face.
Truth is... I don't know many things. I don't know why I hide behind a curtain. Peeking out from the sides in hope that I have an audience
Don't be fooled by the persona I display; I'm a glorious actress each and every day. My vast array of masks harbors my broken soul, sheltering a heart that was never quite whole.
Everyone has different masksfor whoever they're aroundSome try to be the prepor the rediculed class clown
I remember the first day of schoolHow I clung to my dad’s armNot caring whether I looked like a foolCause I thought, as long as my dad stood by my sideI would be safe
I shake his hands, Yet my toes are beneath where he stands. He’s been stomping my toes for hours, Pacing on them as he explains why his belief, should be ours. Any longer and my toenails will fall off,
The bro’s don’t know. That what is within the man is not without. That the truth of oneself does not play out.   The bro’s don’t know. That the late night parties do not fulfill.
I have always found safety in "putting on a mask", hiding myself I avoided vulnerable exposure. Every once and a while I'd find that mask had become stuck. Glued to my face and personality, and I would question who I was.
From a tender age we are told Whether it be by a parent, teacher or other mentor “Be yourself” Like it’s the simplest thing in the world But even if it should be It’s not
I believe in myself to the fullest extent, but cann
She’s just a silly girl She’s more than a little crazy She drops too many classes
Pay no attention to that girl behind the curtain, Just look upon the bells and whistles I have placed upfront. But why inquire to see the girl behind the curtain, When you yourself are enacting the same stunt.
Normality: a fleeting illusion. The ones we befriend, on whom our sanity depends, hide behind a joyful facade.
I am an immigrant Or so they tell me. I don’t feel different, Like an alien. Yet I am an outsider Looking in. I am afraid to do anything Apply anywhere For fear of rejection.
Paths chosen Certificates received Decisions made  
I like to think that I'm bold, that I'm comfortable with who I am. That I'm the same person on the inside  as the one that the world beholds.   That's not what I'm told  
Fat. Ugly. Emo. Gay we've all heard what the haters say.    they act so kind right to our face. but then they talk crap once we're replaced by yet another hater (who hasn't really seen) 
In the dark of the night, a little girl sat upon a swing
Me2
You don't know my life story at all, well I am here to tell you.
When you ignore me you're only hurting me more Life's a journey and there's so much to explore Take me as I am or watch me walk out another door Not for you but for me I'm doing this for
Every person is clothed in beautiful, colorful fabrics, But is it their true value that shows When they dance to the tune that society chose? I hide behind my mask as the time ticks.
Walking away from this pain, Leaving it behind, To try and see, A new light.   
Some call hidding ones true self a mask but reality is not that simple "mask" is just an icon, a symbol removing it a futile task truth becomes cloudy like frosted glass flask
The outside is built of sturdy wood with a door with corners on a tilt   and windows that adorn. She walks with confidence and strength of a lion.   Unharmed by any hand
The Twilight
i don’t know if i forgot what happened
They were so jelous of her, She had the grades, the friends, the atittude. They all wished they were her... And she just wished she was someone else. She hides behind cigarette smoke and prescription pills on her bad days
I’m surprised they never noticed, Never saw my foolish act.
Behind a curtain I am no one But the person in front of the curtain I am Sarah Riddle I am the girl from California North and South Carolina And Japan
Who am I? I'm a joke, an Immature amateur. Gottverdammt it all, You can be sure, no one's heard of me. The real me? Who cares, why would I bother, how could I possibly share myself?
I can’t give all of my heart Because it’s been torn apart,  And that tender look in my eyes Hides my real desire to cry.  
Wrapped under draped curtains My audience on hold 
What did we do? Why is it always us? Everytime we turn around It's another balck person down on the ground. Why do people hate us so bad? At first we were beaten, tortured, and onder appreciated.
I am the real me
Pull... back the curtain?What type of blasphemy is this?How dare you,Who know me so little tell me to remove my mask!How little could you know,
I started as a seed small and strong   I was planted watered and given sunlight but I was planted later than usual   A few months later the cold wind came
Behind the curtain Beneath the skin it's different than what's in front Out for others to see Eye contact feels like lasers When people are staring, it feels like the world is closing in
Knock, knock goes the true me; the secret me plenty havent seen. I keep her stored away in a locked space.
Acceptance.
Who sits in patience  Beyond this veil,
  Accept this  except that 
Behind the curtain is a show worth watching but  will it be like. Different, weird, and out of the box. Show full of hope and love for the world.  Love for nature, peace and animals has a hippy flow to it.
Wipe off your makeup
Back in side this ca
Even the most honest person may be hiding part of his true self behind a curtain That doesn’t make him a bad person that just makes him human We all are hiding parts of who we are behind a curtain
PASSION DESIRE FIRE  He warned me before i even knew it  he told me to run before i even knew it but what the hell he gave me a run  the passion he gave me turned into something much more
Land of the free Home of the brave As long as you're white And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
Seems like it's just me who's wrapped around this curtain.
The beauty of love, Is that it cannot be sought, It cannot be tracked, It can only be found, Sometimes in the mos