A false light

Sat, 01/31/2015 - 11:33 -- Tronlos


Hidden behind a mask

that doesn't hide only alters.


But if it's not true,

in the end does it not still faulter?


A pixel lie,

gilded as if unchanged.


But once true colors are shown,

is it ever really the same?


And now those colors blind the psych,

and beauty is shown in a new light.


And if asked to rate, to speak, to critique on her physique,

all i judge is the filter and the requirements it meets.


This poem is about: 
Our world


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