Every morning I wake up

And the first thing I do is paste

Layer upon layer

Until I’ve covered up my face

 

And I’ll start out with my clothes

Because in layers is how I dress

Lace and florals, cute and flowing

I’m the picture of finesse

 

Unlike some, I skip the makeup

As it’s never been for me

But I replace it with expressions

Because smiling is key

 

Next the hair becomes a layer

And I make sure it looks just right

Then my next layer is interests

And that’s the filter for my life

 

But this isn’t about the filter

So now that we’ve established that

Let’s see what Power Poetry was asking

And see the real me without the mask

 

But wait! Is there an issue?

Why isn’t the filter fading away?

Well my friend, I have an answer

And it’s a simple one, I’d say

 

You see the layers I put on

The clothes, the hair, the smile

They’re what’s really inside of me

They’ve been there all the while

 

I aim to be the same

Whether filtered or stripped bare

Because there’s no use being two-faced

When the real me is right here