Flawed.

I'm flawed.

Without filters, society calls me flawed.

It's true, I'm flawed. 

But what's it to society?

Everything has flaws.

My face occasionally blemished.

Strech marks.

Scars from childhood.

Vison not 20/20.

Brittle nails, always breaking

To poor to be called basic.

Working hard to make a future,

Daddy won't buy me a car.

I'm spoiled with love, intangible love.

I buy my clothes second hand

Trying to look classy

Why can't I wear sweatpants?

My makeup never goes on right

Who needs filters?

Me.

The flawed.

Us.

We all.

Filter this and filter that, 

Filter my face and my potty mouth.

Make it appealing to society.

To the authortiy who crave perfection

The perfection achieved through filters.

Not me, I won't be filtered.

I'll be me.

I'll be flawed.

Flawed.

Unflitered.

Flawed perfection.

Uncensored perfection.

Forever flawed.

Embrace your life without filters.

Flawed.

Flawed.

Flawed.