A false light

Sat, 01/31/2015 - 11:33 -- Tronlos

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Hidden behind a mask

that doesn't hide only alters.

 

But if it's not true,

in the end does it not still faulter?

 

A pixel lie,

gilded as if unchanged.

 

But once true colors are shown,

is it ever really the same?

 

And now those colors blind the psych,

and beauty is shown in a new light.

 

And if asked to rate, to speak, to critique on her physique,

all i judge is the filter and the requirements it meets.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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