There's a perfect image I've always had of myself,
one not even a filter could create
One that's so perfect just me being me
Letting the world seeing me in my natural state
It's always seemed to get me further.
Without creating a fake life full of filters I'm a teenager
I got pimples and my hair doesn't always cooporate
But who really cares about that small stuff
Without hiding the real me
I'm fun and outgoing
I'm silly and don't always like serious
It gets boring and life needs to be filled with fun.
I'm the one always getting someone to laugh
or their shoulder to cry on
I heaar all the words that not even their pillow hears.
Hiding the real me isn't through filters
that just hides how I look
Making me a little more tan
Not everyone enjoys being pale
But I'm happy with all my imperfections.
Without filters life is a blurr
But eerything comes accross so clear
The world is brighter
Not so focused
and not so perfect
If everything was perfect
you would never enjoy what's really perfect.
My sounds are loud and clear
I mess up
fumble and fall
Skip a beat
Miss a word
But it's not supposed to be right
Not always the first time
Sounds fill my head
My voice scares me
But it's beautiful
And tuned to fit me
What else really matters.
Me, who am I without filters?
The real me
A version everyone knows
Because I'm not afraid of letting the world know
If they don't like me without filters
They don't deserve seeing me with a filter
Everyone hides behind a filter
They want everyone they don't know to see a better them
But if they don't know you
How would they ever know if it the better you?
Or if it's just the same you
Just with a twist.