A Filter For the Non-Filter Days

Morning I wake up covered in dust


Lying in bed all night makes my bones feel like rust


What I can do to make myself look "right"


I look for the nearest mirror; and turn out the lights


But no, that's wrong that's not what I need


A "selfie" in the dark is letting my mind bleed


I turn the light back on to see my face


I look to the right, where my makeup's in place


I look down to the counter to see liner, shadow and blush, and other useless tasks


I say to myself "I look pretty" when I wear this makeup mask


But really that's just taking a stab to days past


Today is a new day; where I'm in my own skin


No second skin, extra red lips, or hair pin


I want a filter on me even when I'm not in pictures


I filter that would just be over my face, so I feel good when I look in mirror fixtures


But today I expand my mind to a more beautiful thought


I take my makeup off, no mask, no filter,


Just a beautiful me, all ready for a normal picture


This poem is about: 
Our world


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