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Have you ever felt so invisible? Like you can't be seen?
No one can begin to fathom my life today, Running, rushing to get to that place someday
I can be bossy and loud, But I’m not asking you to tone me down. I may be harsh and sarcastic, But my edges don’t need to be smoothed. The world has exposed me to so much,
Valencia, slumber, and inkwell Shades and tainted images hide well The blemishes and marks that always dwell Lest depicting realness, an uncensored weakness
Parents view me as the "outgoing, polite and confident" young woman they wish their child would aspire to be.
2015 New Year New me But who is ‘me’ when no one can see? We got layers of layers of stuff in the way. No one hears what you actually say. There’s fronts, make up and filters on that.
No filter No control. I don't choose to look like I do. With dead eyes. And an empty smile. No filter No control. I did not ask for this. My frame too large for photo encasing.
Thumbs flinting over the phone screen Black words on white background I've learend to decipher tone and mood from texts alone. The buzz of my phone a comfort to the silence of my reality. Tap Tap Tap
Me. I am me. From the little sprouts on the top of my head, To the toes on my feet, almost hanging off the bed. I am the only me there is, no one compares. I am the only me there is, the only one that bares.
2012 I am the subject of a tragedy. My dark brown eyes look down to hide the pain. The frown upon my lips urges you to turn away from me. I flinch at your affection, because I've seen 'love' hurt people.
Faking life is all I do is all they do for fake is true they entrap the weak and rape the poor all so they can score their whore the slime and filth their dirty green
I am not perfect But I have identified my flaws I have bipolar disorder I have depression But I do not let it control me I am Passionate I am loving
This is me. pale boring brown eyes unordinary brown hair imperfect skin a little chunky, but who cares? This is just ME! standing out
My Story I celebrate my life and I fear a lonely one, And you should feel what I feel,
Look in the mirror what do I see?
I can’t remember the last time I cried,but I can remember the feelingof an empty chest. Seven in the morning
I'm a man with low tastes I play games all day And sleep all night I like the way i am But others don't I eat junk food and stuff my face I never consider healthy crap
A filter on a picture is like a curtain covering up a stage; everyone admires it with a mundane sense of awe, until the courage to open the curains is formed, and every onlooker falls in love with what lies beneath.
Liquid silk pours down my face Unmasking, revealing Yet no reflection takes it's place
I am me Plain and simple Born October 1996, 2 weeks early Into an environment nobody wants to talk about My name? It means warrior And my mom swears I'm am strong like one
Every one near, listen! And hear, I've got a topic up for discussion, that will make some of you start blushin'
I'm not what I seem I seem like I don't like people the truth is I love people I've just been hurt by the ones I've let too far in I seem as though I'm harsh and critical when
Who am I? I am Jasmine Crosby. Who is she? She's an independent, strong, African American who can be stubborn but is very determined. She is that one person whose mind you change once she has made it up.
Loving is one of the things I do best
Don't fight me cause I'm noone.I'm the face u see when u look n the mirror.I'm the light that shines to the darkness but yet im noone.I'm something to someone but noone to myself.I'm
I'm not going to start this off with the typical line of "Who am I?", because I know who I am.
With no filter I am me, Sailing far beyond the seas. Just me being me, Just me being set free. With no filter I can breathe. I am lonely but I am free.
The girl is distorted Like a penny at the bottom of a lake
There are a thousand things I want to scream at you make you understand the pain you put me through: The bullet in my head and the crevice in my heart. You said you loved me,
Let me tell you something your beautiful.
I am a raging fire, Flames spit and hiss They are destructive, They are passionate, They are Me. I am a tranquil ocean,
Timid is new to me, You bring your presence near and I tremble from nervousness. I am strong and outspoken yet I blush when you come close. Who are you? Tell me where you are. You are everywhere and I am not
I never dismiss the different I don't see a lunatic Just one who punched their lunar ticket early All this observing was worth the lurking This world is just a circle, a
The beauty of the forgotten
I accept it. I use it to Learn, To Make me angry So I can use that anger To Drive me forward to make me even more determined It has Helped me countless times By Teaching me how:
I know this self(i.e me)
In secret I'm not always as everyone see.I lie to myself a lot.
I am like a volcano, so quiet and reserved.
My personality is not defined by the Limits of society. Wrapped up into a box With a bow tied around it, I am strong, and independent. Living the life I am choosing and taking a Difficult journey,
I remember when I used to show you pictures of deprived girls, With ribs that protruded like the fingers of a rake And you’d give me this dumb look and say things like, “That’s a little unrealistic, don’t you think?”
Im finally finding myself, im finally finding myself, I was alone once upon time yes trapped inside my mind.
With no filter, I am me. Me is I, and I is she. She is me, and I love me. Me is amazing at listening to others. She loves to borrow clothes that are my mother’s.
The world as I see it, unfiltered, is not shown through our screens is it? My freckled face, unfiltered, is now in valencia framed? What happeed to the light from the sun up above?
Kids in the street
Feeling so heavy at times you can barely breathe You worry you stress then try to lay down with all that and rest You see their struggles It eats at your soul This world we live in is so cold USA land of free
As a boy I was always told to get a great career and always make sure that I am on the path towards success. As a teen I was told to stay out the streets, keep my head in the books, and to do my best.
Helpless she cries As the family she has loved Is torn apart with two words. It's over. She cries to herself Too quietly to be heard And says two words. Why me?
I'm six foot one Lots of fun That is how I am known to everyone But I am more than just a number I'm a person who will leave you with wonder I've fought battles with myself
I wonder what its like for a guy to strike out To finish the night with haze and doubt What is the attraction if not physical With these cold hearted whymsicals What it feels like for them
I am a fat girl It's no secret:
What Am I In My LIFETIME? Living life In an everlasting fear From what I think Everybody else Thinks about me Instead of what I mean to the Many that find me Essentially PERFECT.
No filter Without process, instant or tonal we can all be beautiful. I hate all the people but I never tell them all these people hate me
I've always hated the saying it will be okay because it almost never is.... i tell people that im okay im fine its all in my mind but the truth is thats all just an act....
She plays with the ends of her hair and laughs out loud; I am careful to hide the crooked smile of which she is somehow proud. She loves colors and dresses she can twirl in; I drown in dark colors and drab cardigans.
Do you see me?
I am but a dot in a mosaic of bottled blood and cultural variation, there is no room for compliance, for heeding to society’s creed only leads to monotonous existence. And it gets boring.
This is for the girl that I use to see. The fat, awkwardly tall girl I use to be. The one who looked in the mirrior and didn't notice the beauty inside of she. My insecurities had me locked in but I finally found the key.
#NoFilter Behind the filter who am I? Behind the rose tint and the tweaked waist who am I? I am the scars that decorate me face For they tell MY story I am each little curl in my hair
There's this girl I know She's perfect in every way She will help me up when I'm down and listen to what I say This girl I know of, has beauty beyond compare
The world around us, It’s filtered every day, Turning it Black and White. The personality of the Person next to you Hidden by the social norms. Our very thoughts,
AM I JUST INSANE I'm different, thats ok, thats good, That means i know what's understood, But how different do you have to be to considered crazy? I just think other people are wrong,
You know how people take a look at themselves and see the bad, the ugly scrapes and scars cellulite and stretched marks along the craters and curves of the body I see all of that and
A real photographer doesn't need editing. Just the raw subject. The real thing.
Here I stand All of me for you to see I will hide nothing I have nothing to hide I am strong but have moments of weakness I work hard but at times I stumble I believe in others
For the most part I am #nofilter, Only filter I have is the one on my choosing of words, Held back by a smile so white you’d think I get my teeth bleach.
I am Victoria Brooke Pickel
Kindergarten I liked to sit on the rubber tire
We are who we are. We are not the likes we get on insstagram. We cannot measure our beauty by the retweets our pictures get on twitter. We are stong and beautiful.
The diploma is handed back to the principal, I walk backwards into my seat. I celebrate my 17th birthday before I celebrate my 16th. Tock, tick. Tock, tick. My teacher hands me the grade before I've taken the test.
People call me stupid girl because I dont have the grades that they got I try not to let it get to me But it's really hard to ignore the comments being said to me I dont no what to do
No filter needed No black and white Your the one who makes life completed You make everyday bright God made you this way for a reason He took time to make you Your beautiful no mater what season
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Hah.
While my social media may be jaded
In the third grade we were told to memorize our times tables. Off of the top of my head I can tell you that 6* 4 is 24 and 11*3 is 33, But hell sometimes I still forget what 9*6 is.
i hold up my phoneat arms length,because i spent a little effortputting my outfit togetherand admittedly,i want to show off a bit.
Individuality lost with a press of a button Creativity limited by the boarders of a screen Beauty eclipsed by filters An attempt to imitate perfection Has become the new trend That brought an end
My face is viewed but my personality is unknown People judge me as if they know me because they’ve came across a picture of myself on their phone
Who would know
I slowly peel the artificial hues from my body,
I met myself In the eyes of a woman
Refuses to put make up on her face. Refuses to wear anything nice I would rather stay in a sweater and sweat pants all day. I am insecure I am stressed What is the cure for all this mess?
My hair is matted, as if swept by a tornado in the night, My sleepy eyes squint through the bright morning sun,
Arch your back Now pout your lips Wait, wait move your shoulder near your chin Now click That’s your typical instagram pic It’s a process I admit I sometimes hide behind filters
Let's be straight here I don't come from a broken home I didn't grow up on 8 mile road And I don't hail from Brooklyn or Flatiron, or the Bronx But I have a story too
Wipe off the carefully proportioned eyeliner from the crevices of your cherished eyes Clear the golden sparkle of magic from your promising eyelids Remove the vol
Concealed behind every layer of skin is a story. A unique, inspirational lesson learned waiting to unveil itself, just waiting for the layers to be peeled back. Every heart beats the same.
Dang it...what day is it? It's only Thursday? (Seriously?) Okay okay, I'm getting up. Shoot...not enough time to get ready. (Eh, I can do it). A quick shower, throw on my school's uniform, brush my hair and teeth.
Without a cover. My flaws come to light. I no longer have a disguise. Look at me ! I'm just a mess!
Who is she? That girl in my mirror? Staring back at me with those tired eyes And that big pimple on her cheek Things that the filters on instagram could fix in a heart beat
Look at your reflection. Tell me, what do you see? Surely it's not perfection But how could that be?
Banging, Clanging, Singing, Lyrical tunes spinning, That’s how I think, not how I write. Restricted by society, They say “Don’t say” They say “Do say”
I'm measured by how much I check a screen
A veil has been cast over my face,
Behind the filters I am an ordinary girl
I like it When you go to a movie with me And you come out sparking and fizzing About how the part with the helicopters was so awesome And why didn’t they DEVELOP the love interest And I feel
What's on Nate's IG The best Nate that Nate would be the Nate that should be
What's on Nate's IG The best Nate that Nate would be the Nate that should be
Follow me on Instagram @ Insert nickname, 3 hearts and a winky face I post every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday And I just wanted to say, that I love all of my haters.
See her beauty, how it radiates throughout her. Her smile, the most beautiful they say. Similing at anyone who crosses her path. Her laugh; a contagious, light- hearted laugh that can warm your soul.
This is a picture taken by me, It is a picture of me, But I do not like what I see. My face is too round My complexion is too shiny My acne is showing My nose bridge is flat
In your boxes I don’t fit, You can’t force me to mold.
I want to be seen.
The lies the world tells of us, The lies we tell ourselves, The lies we paint on our faces, The lies that dictate who we become. A world that watches every angle,
In the lonely hour I cry, I laugh, and I fake a smile. In the lonely hour I run from my fears like a fool making people laugh in which I'm the fool myself.
Lost in a forest of expectations
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.
That is what we all want to see when we look in the mirror. Perfection is nothing short of a dream.
Dark eyes, dark hair; The spitting image of Dad. Grandpa jokingly says, "Maybe you'll grow out of it." Just maybe. But I'll always be a daddy's girl. Pick a spot Pick an experiment
I llive my life wearing a mask. I have for years. I wear it because without it The world would see my fears. I put on a strong face I say nothing can hurt me. But that is so far from true.
No filter needed, no filter wanted. My body, my face, and my beauty shine effortlessly without effort, to cover up what I should be shining out. Outside I don´t conform, I accept and neglect
Looking in the mirror Finding ways to change My hair? My make-up?
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
In a dream of yesterday I see I am not he I was born to be. Diluted and changed, I'm now someone Who's merely a speck beneath the sun. Altered by those who promised me good,
I'm a fucking mess, did you know You didn't, I don't think, Let me show you the smile I hide behind So you can tell me how familiar it looks Because you've seen it every day that I've known you
“I am beautiful, I am unique, I am free and down to earth, I am unambiguously me. My filters are gone and I stand bare. My guard is down and I am vulnerable.
They say that I'm an old soul that I'm wise beyond my years.
My face with no filter is a face I am proud to post My freckles and my blush are the things I love the most Many people say I could use some cover-up But nothing beats the smile I bring when I want to say wassup
My family used to have a fish tankfilled with cute little fishiesthat were more of a hindrance than a convenience:clean the tank clean the tank clean the tankmy parents chanted, a laborious prayer
Webster’s’ Illustrated Dictionary. Published 1954. 470,000 words. Page 98. In between the word caitiff, a coward, and cajole, to persuade with flattery,
Under her Maybelline brand eyeliner
An escape from reality A world that I can explore at any time or place
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
You ask who I am, No filter? Just a girl , interrupted, Off kilter. I am sweatpants and no makeup, Eating ice cream after breakups, I am a world traveler in my mind,
Everybody sees me-- At least, they think they do... Everybody loves me-- but not they way I'd like them to...
My legs were giving out. They felt so heavy while they pounded on the green turf. They flexed over the 50 yard mark, the 80 yard mark and soon the 100 yard mark. With exhaustion,
they say the eyes are the window to the soul, maybe that explains why hers are so cold. she stumbles through he world each and every day hoping to soon find her way.
My eyes are the lenses in how I see humanity,
Who am I, without a filter?
I see you
How do I sound? Through the smile I place on my face Sometimes I sound like tears (I’m choking back) From the strain of all of this weight on my shoulders
My personality is quiet,
No filter, no filter, Can't you see me Sepia, 4 by 6 I need to read me. "No cameras, please" Can't you see me, I have leaned back 40 degrees Gesturing towards the background, see?
how do you desceice to someone something they have never felt? the tortures existens that god hath delt me each day i promise myself that i will make it threw the day one step at a time.
On the inside hallucinations are created, a sense of clarity while the others stay sedated. Graphite hits paper, scribbles take form, even the beauty he’s known has to grow horns.
The first time I did i was prepared I'd tried my best just to impress No shirt on and my messy hair With a quick judgement I thought this was my best Surely everyone else will think the same
I don't typically let people view the true me.
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.
I've been underwater all my life. It is all I have known. Breathing used to be easy, a simple catch and release. Until she floats to me. Or perhaps I swim to her. Her hand feels cool and soft in my own.
A lot of people know me as @haleythebirdie singing "All That Jazz" Or lockedinabirdcage Analyzing why paper beats rock And for those followers, I am on stage on the web when I talk Or 15byerha
you began to undress me and as each button of my blouse becomes undone a sliver of some imperfection slips past my possessions that once possessed me settle in a pool around my ankles
We all knowthere's always room for improvement.But filters and makeup?Those are more like cover ups!
Music is my voice Lyrics are my words A mermaids rejoice In a broken world My infectious laughter pollutes the air Jumping in imagination With love and hope everywhere Creating inspiration
So, you want to know about me, who I am. You want to know the girl I see when I look in the mirror, The girl who no one knows except for me. After the mask is shed at each day's closure,
It is not
Let’s take a swim In the Ocean of Me And from surface to bottom We’ll see My normal and strange My average and special My sides from all angles. Look from above toward
You can tell me what to wear, Casual converse, lipstick, hoody, I don't care-- I will be me. You can tell me how to walk, Straiten my back, Like it's a rod, I'll still be me.
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
Pick this up Pick that up Shut your mouth Women should be seen Not heard. Make me tea Make me breakfast Make me tea Make me lunch Make me tea Make me dinner
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,
I am the better side of darkness and the dim side of light. I didn’t KNOW my blackened heart had a sense of what was right.
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
Slowly scrolling through, those pictures don't even look like you. Tainted and changed, edited again... That isn't you in that photo, all of your changes are for show. Media allows for creativity
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
Beautiful There are two sides of me The one that's real And the one you see
Without that FLASH in my face Without the MAKE-UP stuck on my skin That is when you SEE the Authentic ME
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Colorless is how people should appear to a police officer’s view Offender’s skin shouldn't make a difference in the end its true
Once upon a time there was a princess who was locked in a tower longing to be rescued Except I’m too fucked up to be a princess And when princesses cry it looks pretty and delicate and When I do my eyes swell
I seek to control my outward depiction. I construct a mask, but it’s only fiction. My life’s a cocoon that I have designed, but the truth is, I am undefined.
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
A boy lost in fantasy, That is I. What is reality,but an inverted thought to a melancholy view. The universe is calling, for adventure and mayhem-so no more stalling. But that is not all,
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
We are expected to be full of ourselves. We are expected to show the world only What it wants: Perfect People, Queens, Godesses. Like prisoners on a hunger strike
I speak my mind, I tell the truth,
Truth of Lightning We think we know who we truly are, When in fact we have always have And always will be, Brainwashed. Now, now let me explain,
Defines not the whole of my being. Hosts the absence of vitality and worldly beauty. Yields contrived images of darkness and the unknown. Fulfills past shadows of forgotten spirits.
My soul is trapped inside a barbed wire box and I cannot breathe The skulls in the closet of the back of my mind sneering
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.
I walk down the hall.
I’m sorry I cry. Please try to ignore it for now. And just know I’m sorry. You’ve never seen this in me. To you, I am joy. Every day I bring the happiness and laughs people love.
Maybe I'd look happier, a little more confident. Like a princess, awakened from a hundred years of Slumber. Radiant and ready to RISE against the world. As beautiful as a WILLOW tree.
There are times when I feel worthless And others that I'm the queen There are days when I feel useless
What do you see,When you look in the mirror?You see you,And I see me.We are different,That is perfect,And how it's supposed to be.
"Come along!" Said the Man.Though to where,
I am not what people see I hide secrets like everyone else Afraid of what they might think of me
You think you know me You believe I’m like you Well you couldn’t be more wrong About the subtext of my psychology
As i look in the mirror i see potential, A girl with courage, stability and grace,
I painted a life sized mural in my room. Of a lost soul. I made my own paint it was bright red with specks of brown. I don't care about how The cow jumped over the moon, if ball is really life or why the chicken crossed the road.
One look at me and what do you see? A high school senior just skating by? The captain of the cheer squad with her pony tail up high? Do you see the supportive sister of two young soccer players?
I am insecure. I am retarded. I am artistic. I am so Hipster. I am a Goth. I am a Skater. I am a prune. I am the devil and your favorite whore. I am a guardian angel.
It all started out when I was quite small And knew I wanted to be an actress. For a while I was shy and reserved around all, But then opened up in my high school classes.
They want to know the real her But I don't know the person myself We can start slow Like waking up on a Saturday By describing her as a light She radiates life and brings warmth everywhere she goes
Natrual beauty is what I favor Foundation hides my outside beauty spotlight Mascara covers my lashes in a sticky maneuver Blush conceals my dimples from sight I will still be Beautiful inside and out
When I dream of purity, my mind resonates on the sweet scent of honey. Honey, in her most natural state, her golden richness, pure, viscous element carefully and thoughtfully made
It took eighteen years to realize I didn't need anyone's approval That my appearance had nothing to do with my personality That I didn't need to edit my photos because I am perfectly fine with the way I've grown
To truly unlace me, Without the fuzzy filter Is to find a girl who constantly wants more from herself. She has so many goals, All of which will benefit those around her,
Under the make- up. Beneath the filter.Behind the forced smiles. Is a girl.A girl who’s not so sure of herself.A girl who loves to make
When surrounded by the people I love and trust most, I am outgoing and very loud. Put me in a room of people I am not close with, and I do not make a sound. Through social media posts, you can see the real me.
I'm just a girl,
Sometimes, I get lost.
I look to the sky for a dream, the stars seem to yell surrender. My generation has lost its roots, our world is yelling timber.
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
18 Feb 2014 I sit here in class, thinking about your past, my past. Relationships are difficult and so are my thoughts. Too much for you? I questions your questions
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 am the one they call strange annoying weird different i am the girl who is ignored unwanted unneeded i am the one who doesnt grow up i probably never will
Every day I accent the same flawless imperfections of my own personal style A ten-dollar ring from a gift shop in Gulf Shores A black leather, metal studded bracelet from the same shop
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
I like to think I am unique, that without filters I am that much more special than everyone else. But I am not more special than everyone else, because that is an oxymoron. Everyone is special and unique,
I am who I am no excuses. My outer cannot my inner make. Take away my sprinkles Colorful and cute in design I am still a cupcake Sweet and rich and divine and wholesome to my core
Every day I put a mask on my face. I pick out my flaws and try to erase The "imperfections" our society has set. Impossible standards that have yet to be met. So who am I behind the mask?
Powerful and Strong, She controlled the room. She was Queen of her audience,
I feel unnoticed The girl who stares at her feet while she walks the halls The one trying to get through another day just like you I know all of your names but do you know mine? why would you need to anyway?
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,
If I controlled time I would walk Walk to that day, that place, that time. Press pause. If I froze time I would see See her mid-run, that park, that tree. Press play.
An eerie feeling fills my spirit.
I’m just a kid from So-Cal. First in my class, But not by much. I bite off more than I can chew Because I don’t see it as such. I play sports, To escape from reality. It’s a form of catharsis
I’m just a kid from So-Cal. First in my class, But not by much. I bite off more than I can chew Because I don’t see it as such. I play sports, To escape from reality. It’s a form of catharsis
Authenticity is a rarity. When looking clearly you often don't see The parts of me I try to hide From you and from society. Take a look behind the curtain, Glimpse the person you thought you knew,
My hair is too curly So I straighten it The light washes me out So I dim it I put on my makeup And strike my pose Bet you'll never see the real me Under these fake clothes
#labelme #figureme #guess Who am I? Title me Give me your dish Tell me who I am Tell me who you see Covered book Hidden book Story full of pix #white #female
Hidden behind a mask that doesn't hide only alters. But if it's not true,
Every day I wake up, and when I look up in the mirror
I sit in the still of the night,
Old Soul Who I am exactly is perplexing to say,
Why am I the way I am?
Be yourself following trends let the trends follow you follow the leader let the leader follow you be yourself because no one else can
News styles flood our stores and closets every day, but what you wear won't hide your dismay. You dye our hair, paint your face, and try to act like someone you are not,
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.
Someone once told me, that life is a beauty contest.
Filters gone, now you see my true beauty, its not on the outside, but within. Within I am clean, I am whole, I am not artificial. Without filters, I am me.
Dark brown eyes that seem to glow
Shattered, broken, betrayed If you asked me on a bad day who I am I'd say that Determined, passionate, loving If you asked me on a good day who I am I'd say that
Freckles, They crowd my face. A new one always ready to join. Sometimes. I feel there is no more room on my face. All my thoughts can amount to the dots on my face.
The smiling face in pictures On the websites that you see… Who is that? That is me. But,
I am my own Obsession. I am a new work of art in the every day tick tock tick tock seconds of life. When I wake up, I am my own Obsession. I'm determined and bright and willing to,
I am a prodigal son Though my chromosomes read double X's Despite what my sex is, I am still prodigal Not in the sense of wasting dollar bills on gambling teams Or quarters on slot machines
I'm flawless because I am able to see my flaws.
Take off the filters layered on a picture and when wiped away all that barely remains is the thin frame bruised by words, and a cluttered dark mind that manages to produces fields of wildflowers.
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.
A step in one direction can lead to a path of endless possibilites and contentment. For as long as you hold the willingness to attempt to walk this path.
I don't know what I want
Who am I? I am made of fire.
Everyone believes that filters make themselve look better No one looks at the true beauty behind the big bulky sweater
Some people appear to be "flawed" but you don't see what their life has been like; You don't see their pain, or their strugge, or their loss
Living that 32 GB lifestyle, posed photos taking up my space. Out to dinner? Let’s take a pic… They all look the same Family, friends, or coworkers hopping in the shot
I am all that I want to be. I am the creator of my universe. I am the owner of a beautiful home which is my body. I have so much control on what, who and how I want to be. Thus, I am a goddess.
When time dawned first for me A cry tore from blameless lips Unbeknownst to I, naïve That nothing pure remains Indeed, the world blew through my lungs Such earthly wisdom I inhaled
Eyes hold lies Ears hold lies It is not only the mouth that holds lies Whatever you're seeing is wrong, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL Whatever you're hearing is wrong, YOU'RE WORTHY
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?
Standing straight up with a Glowing smile. Eyes wide open, Seeking the light that shines through Every negative remark made toward me. “Too skinny!” “Eat a sandwich!” Oh, but I do eat.
Taking a picture day in and day out little imperfections Quickly to be corrected hide the true beauty waiting to be discovered
On this block She is not the one Being flocked at Through and through Do not let them fool you Strong to the core Oh you can surely adore Looking straight on
Am I what people say I am Am I what people want me to be Am I who I think I am Am I who I want to be
If there is a reason For us to grow As people and spirits From the ground below Our flaws make us human They smother our skin But not in harm But to help us win Each mistake
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,
They say there was a bang And Earth appeared In a black blanket Of billowing stars, Shimmering gas. Then we did, Erect in a crooked world, Painting love on the walls,
a) Your ugly!! b) Thank You!!!! a) Your too skinny? b) Thank You!! a) You will never amount to anything!! b) Thank You!!!
At some point, I thought that dandelions taught me how to live.
I am so terribly, deathly, afraid, of what when unfiltered my mouth should say. Do I speak such terrible truths… of honest opinions of wistful youths? Or do I lay upon such speech
We are not teens Quit settling for less We are to be treated like queens Let's stop letting little boys be our stress Hold our heads up wear our crowns This is our year Leave that clown
Before you kn
I stay the same underneath, What my selfie seems to be. Whether on or offline My smile stays the same. I am the player, And Instagram's the game. Underneath the clothes and shining light.
Without filter, I am free without camera, I am me I am everything that is exactly who I'd like to be Without selfie, I am self A wonder in and of itself
I listen to the same music Over and over I must be insane I listen to the sounds of smiles Echos of a multitude of factors Footsteps on old, tough stairs
Quiet, they say.
The parched paper promotesthe pen's tip to seek
Without a filter it would not be, A good idea to show the inside of me; When I'm sad or mad, without a doubt, Everyone knows it cause' it just comes out; I cry, mumble, or feel hurt inside,
I close my eyes, the light of day goes dead. The whisp’ring voices prey upon my fear. They tick and click and cry and caw and toil. The daunting men do hiss inside my head,
I am here to undo my mistakes. To let you enter my world Since I made the mistake of leaving you out. My life is not the easiest But it's not the hardest one either. I have a life where I can do what I want
they like the people shaken not stirred but people are better off empowered than insured and who are they anyway because they
I started with low self-esteem and braces. I started with a small group of friends, with no boys allowed. I began to notice how I wasn't noticed. I was background noise in a movie theater. I was quiet and awkward.
Among the crowd i walked but yet i feel alone My world stand still as the clock ticks My direction. purpose. all seen to be of enormity What is life when the world
I am flawless. I am not the flawless found in Vogue magazine.
Without black eyeliner and pink lipstick,
Which filter? That is the question I ask myself for every photo Knowing that everytime I alter my appearance for others My self-esteem gets lower
Every scar has a story Each one making me who I am today Scars that me stronger in a very different way Each one having an impact on me My scars might not be beautiful But they are a part of who I am
#NoFilterNo makeup, no hairsprayNo nice clothes #NoFilterNo photoshop, no lightingNo perfect angles #NoFilterNo smiling with just my lipsTo hide my yellow teeth
He saw the beauty in her tear-stained cheeks And it sometimes scared him The way she would forget to breathe.
i am a God... now read that again... I am A God, but not the God... I am made in his image and his likeleness... I do not poses all of his powers and ido not control who stays and who goes...
I always said… The only way people could really see through me is if I was shot 50 times in the chest Through those bullet holes you could see police lights and my mom screaming she’s dead
I am from the color of my brown skin I am from the color of my brown eyes I am from my Mexican race I am from my petite body size I am God's design I am ME I am from my heart that beats for true love
We're held back and stopped by the reds but go forth when we're beckoned by the green.What have we become? Where caution tape decides where we can and cannot
Tried but true with the gentle honesty hidden within my grin, light green eyes that lookout to see the world from within. Slightly pink skin aging slowly with wisdom,
What are the guidelines for "good grades"? What is the ideal weight? What is the ideal height? These will be answered in numbers Numbers do not matter though
Underneath the filters Underneath the makeup I am not who I appear to be The girl people see I am not always smiling My hair not always perfect
Ive always used a filter so that others can percive me the way I want them to.
Who am I? I'm no one I'm someone, that no one sees I'm outgoing And I'm "here" So why do I feel invisable? Because my name isn't my name My face doesn't look how it should
We have all been told do things before you are old. We sit here and laugh in their faces and continue to walk at leisurly paces. We go through elementary, middle, and high school.
Wake up, get ready, Go out. Smile, Conversate, Engage. Leave, Sleep, Repeat. These things I do, I say I love, Bring me pain everyday. Wake Up. Wake up to a world of hate and pain.
Perfect sunkissed moonlight hides the lines of my imper
I am... smart funny cool. I am... more than just a number more than just who you expect me to be I am... special and ia m free of your judgement I am... only me
Life is green, Ivy shining in the light,
Deep within the misty darkness,
Take a look around, tell me what you see -
Nobody's perfect, and I'm proud of that.
Who could describe me better than myself? Is it my stay at home mother who keeps me happy and fed? Or my little brother that drives me crazy? How bout the best friend that lives miles away?
A number on the on continuing time spectrum. Defying who we are. Pant sizes, class rank, GPA all these numbers saying where you are. Numbers telling you how pretty you are
What is human existence?Is it to pronounce our unfathomable desires in a rush of uncertainty?
Who am I without technology?
I don't wake up to be flawless
You're not an orchestra,
my secret weapon my calves moving me forward
I've always been an introvert, an only child doesn't have much practice, I've never been an extrovert, I don't exactly follow the media's popular example, My dad thinks I'm ugly, Boy's never really liked me,
When I was born, my father looked me in the eyes and could only manage the word, "wow" out of his dry lips, because he knew immediately that I was going to be a handfull.
The word flawless is thrown around and I'm not one to be touched on easily. If you want to make my eyes wide and my jaw drop then call me improbable or delicate because those words are true.
Who am I?
I was hiding in bed, screaming at myself to get up [in my head] at 11 AM when my friend came into my dorm so we could meet up to get brunch. I heard her linger for a few seconds, then slowly leave.
Vignette, grey-scale, sepia, vintage, always hiding behind the filter. Air-brush, inkwell, face bright, spot healing, feeling pretty behind the filter. Social media filled with thousands of pictures,
Four walls and a register ....That never fails to show me...it's inner most partsFlawlessTis truly a wondrous form of captivationMechanical contemplation...
I look at me and I see scars I look at me and I see fright I look at me and I see exhausten Do I truely see Or am I blind Can I really see I thought I was ugly I thought I was trash
I'm not perfectNever have been nor will ever be
From womb to tomb to soon to assume the latter part the past few years of my life could seem rather dark factor in all the things that seem to be an after thought it makes me feel like I can still rise after all
Blue eyes and auburn hair. Does anybody really care?
I don’t wear makeup, it’s true. I won’t cover my face with goo. It feels weird, and is such a task, but all the same, I wear a mask. What I hide behind it is not my face.
The ticking time tricks all The music holds true our steady beat As we all produce our sounds How many beats per minute from all
I am a perfect imperfection. Flawless I am. I am my own simple selection. Flawless out of nothing to somehing like bam . I am unique in my own way. Be who you are.
I perch on a blanket underneath a huge oak tree , Watching interesting individuals pass by me. I quietly laugh to myself as the popular girls at school walk by in a heard,
I perch on a blanket underneath a huge oak tree , Watching interesting individuals pass by me. I quietly laugh to myself as the popular girls at school walk by in a heard,
I look in the mirror and what I see is me. The socially anxious, self-criticizing, big dreamer that is me. A guy with high aspirations and strong morals but always thinks he’s wrong.
I choose to be Naked. First went my phone with a burst , my luminous guide darkened.
Flawless,that can’t be true.What’s good for me,may not be for you. Let me tell you about flawless…Flawless is flawed.It is dented and scratched,bent and broken.
underneath the makeupthe cozy leggingsthe french-braided hairand the swimsuit,i'm not a full person.i have early onset arthritismy knees crackmy shoulder has been tornin two places
She sits and wonders to herself, How she wishes she were someone else. Her hair as flat as books she reads And eyes the shade of polluted seas. Turns on the computer and there she finds
It is cold out,
In person I am a wallflower Introverted, doing my best to go unnoticed Keeping to myself and a book because that's where I find comfort Saving the world, falling in love One page at a time
Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow I will be able to break it- Chains.
Tilt head to the right Show left side of face Give a smile and make it bright One good shot is all it takes
Embrace your individuality. No one gets to define who you areL Love what you love without worrying about judgement. Take pride in what makes you different. Afterall individualtiy divides you from the rest.
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.
Who am I you ask who am I I am just like every teenager around us A teen with high and low goals A teen struggling with the harsh reality of growing up A teen trying to succed
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.
Sometimes I stay up all night and feel my stomach Feel the stretched skin, the scarred skin My beautiful skin I stay up all night and count every beauty mark as if they were stars
Where's the photoshop for reality? I look in the mirror and I'd not rather see me
Beauty is in the detail Not the retail More than a pretty face Why can't you tell? The shallowness of your eyes sees my disguise The outer me So when our friendship is tested,
Just little old me. I stand here before you, but there isn't much to see. I stand, blinded by your magesty. Your glory and your beauty overwhelm me. And I am nothing.
One. These mirrors breed rebels: They remind me that I am everything TV says I shouldn't be.
If I don't let it ring out, It'll be lost in the past now. See, to revise the script and revive it, That's a shot in the dark real quick. Being the next in line is real slick Given that I'm the best now
I am the girl who won't strike up a conversation. The one who sits quietly in the classroom, wishing someone would be her friend. I am the girl who walks alone. The one no one bothers to say hello to.
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
From the start of the day, to the end of the night, whatever comes my way, I'll never lose sight. I am fearfully and wonderfully made, Regardless of how good everyone says I look,
A 17 year old child applying for college, built for success, wisdom, and knowledge. A plethora of information has been deposited into him, But due to his black skin many have trained him on a whim.
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
To understand me you must start from the tips of my size 12 feet Stretch five feet and eight inches and the top of my head you’ll meet My scrawny legs to larger thighs The look too strange together to abide
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
In the wind there’s a whisper, It speaks the truth but I choose not listen For it is not what I want to hear It bares the words that I have been running from my whole life The fear clutches in my throat
What if being authentic was all that mattered in this world of always having the next big thing? Being what everyone else thinks you should be, doesn't matter.
Genes have made my eyes glow with dark rings, they are also made of the bluest of blues, shimmering in the sunlight, unique in their own way. My hair has never been died or changed,
Some people are works of art. Lines that crawl out from fingertips,
She may not be the very definition of beauty but her self-restrained chaos unravels all connotations of the word. She’s more than a number, more than a status. In a world of never ending can’ts, won’ts, shouldn’ts,
Discolored Skin and Acne Marks..... I am BEAUTIFUL! Stretch Marks and Scars...... I am BEAUTIFUL!
Who am I when the World doesn't See,
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
What is a filter? A thing to hide behind? A painted on disguise? To attract the guys The world we live in we have to try so hard to fit in I can not pretend So maybe that's why I don't fit in
Sounds of chaos are no more the actions taken
Watching the world break Wondering when it will end Things keep getting worse
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.
Filters are just lies we tell ourselves to fit in with the rest of the world. Filters don’t make us happy they hide our true selves. Filters hide who we really are
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?
I've been laying awake behind my eyelids
Reflecting back at me My crooked nose and too-thin wrists
I am a lonely girl who loves music I wonder what it's like to live in a world without music I hear the soft whisper of the wind I see music notes flying around me I want to live
here i am writing
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,
I see music notes in my hair when I take off my filter
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;
Who am I, a broken clock, Who rings a bell and says tick-tock Amidst the glorious choir sing And silent, stay what they would bring. No repair for many years, 'Twas I who broke the seamless gears.
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
The world is loud, society is, well, social. “You’re so quiet and shy.” the public would say. Little do they know, I am different in a unique kind of way.
I don't hide with makeup Social media? Nope Don't say YOLO or 'sup Give it up, there's no hope Silence is my filter No expression, no voice
The innocent girl who said no and never,yes and I
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
With #nofilter I am a human A contender of life A mess of flesh and chemicals Flowing constantly. Only Certain To follow instinct Or change the instinct
I am more Than you perceive. There is more Beneath my unplucked eyebrows, Big eyes, and tan skin. Watch me, And you will see Someone who is stubborn And compassionate.
I never believed I could, nor thought I ever would, be able to like it.
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 come from the southern heat filled with country accents From a mom who worked hard now her back's bent I've had an uncensored mind since adolescence Seen the truth as a child I was learning lessons
When you take away all the fake smiles and forced laughs Take away all things that I've conviced myself that I am Your left with a girl
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
I have been born.
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
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,
Behind these green eyes (Lies, lies, lies, lies) I mean. Behind these green eyes, Lies the secret to my asphyxiated kingdom. I may not reveal the secret. Because Secrets are meant to break,
The real me is not as perfect As I make it out to be. The real me wears glasses Because my sight is far from good. The real me has wavy hair That is no where straight. The real me has freckles
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
I am enslaved, enslaved to this feeling. how could I see the light, of something great. Always I think about it, that horrible year. Those kids made it bad,
As I stare upon you now Your beautiful laves swaying in the breeze Do you realize the memories you hold?
Shadows are alwasy misunderstood assiocited with the dark the evils lurking in tht night The ons that sulki in dark corners That hide within the walls hiddn being tat walk the night
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
"Describe yourself in three words." Carefree. Confidet. Brilliant. Descibe myself in three words. Worried. Anxious. Smart.
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?
Scars do not only represent that I have been wounded, but that the wounds have been healed, and that they no longer define me. Because a healed wound is a scar. And scars are stories.
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.
Is it so wrong of me to want to be thin
Who is the man I see when I look in the mirror Throw aside the filters and the facade and the image gets clearer
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
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.
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?
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
His eyes took my attentionThose dark sapphire eyesI want a time extentionIs it a dream or is this love?
Who am I?
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
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
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.
I am not like the another girls I don't want to be in the spotlight But to be the one behind the scenes I rather give than receive I am not perfect but I am a work in process I made mistakes
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.
Staring at the expressionless reflection on the other side of the mirror Searching for the hopes and dreams and aspirations that once became me
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,
Taking pictures from left to right Eww no, this will get negative likes.
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.
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
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.
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
When you look into a mirror who do you see? Whe you snap a picture do you use filters? When I look in a mirror I see me I see a girl who is afraid of being alone A girl who wants everyone to get along
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!
I've tried so hard to be someone I'm not. Someone so different that I nearly forgot. The real me.
"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;
My skin is brown and the iris of my eyes are darker. My hair is kinky and nappy but overall I am happy. I could wear a weave, colored contacts, and skin bleach, but that is not the outer me.
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.
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,
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.
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
#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
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.
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 don’t know where I’m going, but how I get there’s up to me
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,
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
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 .
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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,
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.
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,
I remember how the dogs never slept at night, how sticky my skin got after a day in the heat, how I stopped taking showers because I thought lake water would do just fine, and if your hair got greasy,
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.
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.
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
Insercurities seem to control us, drive us to do strange things. Plastic surgery, aneorxia,
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 bundle of conflictions It is my quiet affliction . My soul asks me to think The more I do, the more I sink . Into grey clouds of apathy Attempting to consume me.
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
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.
Jessica Crosson I am strong, caring, and passionate,
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,
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.
"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
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,
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?
I feel you there, creeping oh so silently Into my dreams you enter to awaken me oh so violently In your wakes are my regrets and my vindications And on my skin your devil's tongue has left its lacerations
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
You gotta start with need. A whole lot of need. Needing comfort, needing love, needing attention, needing support, needing guidance.
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?
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
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
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.
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,
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.
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.
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
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
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
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,
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,
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
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...
Some label me as an hippie because of my passion for love or a daydreamer because of all the wishes and prayers for peace.
I don't believe in filters.
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
I believe in beauty.Not make up,not nice clothes,not hate.
#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
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
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
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
Phoniness, such a common trait with such terrible consequences. Masking who we are, filtering the truth out of our lives, avoiding who we really are to conform to society,
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.
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.
Camera goes 'Click' The face in the picture is no one That's not me That is my filters
Just who am I? A silent little girl?
Optimistic girl, Naiive and maleable, Innocence stained by the world's harsh reality, But still a glimmer of light shines through, Through the callousness,
Who am I? I'm just a shadow of a shadow.
Who am I? I'm just a shadow of a shadow.
Yes I have imperfections And not the sweetest complexion Yet I try to look at those and say “I have been given blessings”
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?
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
Hostile Everyone will agree That is what I am.
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
Did you know that I am the one who waits at the back by choice, who pi
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?
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
I came here ready to be vulgar,
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.
stop hiding behind that shade uncover your face
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
I prefer natural beauty over the help of filters any day but:This is how my life looks without a filter to make it brighter.
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.
When I look In the mirror
When I look at myself in the mirror, I see a very unearthly creature. I see small eyes with black holes for pupils and spaced-out yet bushy eyebrows. I see a cute little puggle nose with an aquamarine stud on the left side...
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
Letme tell you the unfiltered version of myself Screw society's standards Screw the government Screw dollar signs getting in the way of my education. I'm one pissed off chick.
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.
Once one, now another. Who is real? Tell me mother. You gave me birth, and now I'm me. But am I my own, or but a product of she? It can't, no, can it truly be? That I am but one single solitary me?
Never did I think the world would see me Behind the flowing stems of roses
I never grew up in poverty or tragedy
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.
Every picture I take Is run through a thousand filters, So that people look at my photo and gush That I look amazing. And I stare at it, Trying to find a hint of myself in there.
I am from my black Barbie doll From vapor and miracle whip I am from those looks that say “good job “ And the ones that say “don’t let it happen again”
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?
I hate you You're controlling and absurd Please don't let me talk I love you You love me and I think it's more
This person who strives for the highest perfection, Sadly exists among us as one most broken. Hiding behind a mask of overcompensation, Issues of insecurity are quite outspoken.
My pictures are taken and left bare, Naked fo everyone to see. The perect shade of purple that shadows beneath my eyes. Like bruises from the nights that my thoughts punished my eyelids,
Girls are not sugar, spice, and everything nice. They're 77 cents to a man's 1 dollar. Lipstick, high heels, and skirts, Getting choked by society's collar. Be pretty, be quiet, take the abuse
The first ones to learn, the first ones to go The oldest children are the first to know The American dream, enticingly close To our immigrant families who love us most