Filters make life black and white, 

and without them, 

I find myself to be

Red. 

Red hair, 

red face, 

bloodshot eyes, 

all normal for me 

when a photo is taken

without notice. 

But it is far deeper than that. 

It's the attitude, 

the blatant passion underneath the skin, 

that makes me feel this way. 

It's the blush from a compliement,

or a good laugh, 

that makes you see just how flawed 

flawless can truly be. 

It's the red in my eyes after a night of driving

to see the man I love

the screams love. 

It's all about the reds without the black and white. 

Without the reds, 

you see me,

smooth and radiant and pieced together. 

With the reds, 

you see a girl, 

confused about life, 

but willing to feel the emotions behind everything there is to feel.