Why I Use A Filter
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Yes I have imperfections
And not the sweetest complexion
Yet I try to look at those and say
“I have been given blessings”
These scars are lessons
I remember in my reflections
They do not go away
But over time the pain lessens
I suffer from depression
Wearing a false expression
Looking sunny while it rains
So I don’t give the wrong impression
But if I took off my mask
To show them who I really am
I know that they would ask
For me to put it on again
Outside is calm and crystal clear
Inside, a storm of raging tears
Emotions tumbling, hate and fear
My limit is past, the break is near
I truly believe if they could hear me
None would really want to come near me
Though I wish that they could see me clearly
My filters stay on for I care for them dearly