My life displayed upon a screen-
I live behind a filter;
I never say what I think.
I’ve been trained to keep my mouth shut,
but my lips glossed and pink.
Without the social media, I am like all the rest.
I have dreams, fears, and quirks.
I know my life is a mess.
I’m angry my classmates ignore me
that my parents expect too much,
& that I’m scared of losing love.
Behind my air of confidence
Lies a scared little girl.
Where will I be in five years?
What will I give the world?
I’m not sure who I am
because I am who I’ve been told to be.
Maybe soon I’ll find my voice
and become whom I want to be.
I don’t want to fit the mold,
but somehow that’s I do.
I want to be outgoing and loud,
so my vivaciousness will shine through.
I don’t want to be ashamed
of what I like or who I love.
I am not an abomination.
I want to inspire the love and acceptance-
The kind that can change a nation.
I want to set others straight
when they act in total self-interest.
…but I’m less than five feet tall.
If I speak my mind, I’ll need stiches.
I’ve been conditioned to fear men
because they could rape me or have a gun.
So when I go out, I think of how to stay safe
instead of relaxing and having fun.
I want to speak my mind,
despite the gender of the audience
I wish I could be bold and blunt,
But why I can’t is obvious.
I’ll won’t always need a filter,
For my pictures and my words
So that I can seem “normal,”
So that I can fit the mold.
I want to speak out-
I want to let go.
As soon as I find me,
I’ll let her glow.