flawless skin

perfect hair

trendy clothes

confident additude

perfect smile

take away the filters and what do you see

acne covered skin

damaged hair

dirty clothes

broken smile


lost little girl

damaged by her past

innocence stolen by her father at only 7 years old

the scars 

the fear of turning around to him standing over her ready to steal my youth once again

take away the filters 

i am 


i am


i am


i am

not perfect

we use filters to trick others into thinking we are alright

in realtiy we are all broken 

trying to trick broken people into thinking we are better than them

take away the filter

we are all the same




This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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