A false light
Location
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