Be Real



An image is taken

And saved in the camera roll.

Go back and edit.

5 filters, and maybe this is the right one.


No filters.

Be real.

The world is filled with false images,

Personality pretenses,

And fake friends.

Be real.

I know I don’t like me

But someone does

And if they like me the way I am

Why am I faking my looks,

For strangers I don’t care about?

Be real.

Wash away the edits,

The filters,

The lies.

Take off the makeup

Around my eyes.

Be real.

With all that stuff in my vision,

I couldn’t see

That the real me

Is beautiful,

If I just let it be.

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Our world
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