Days are tough

I put on a happy face

Mask the pain


No one knows

The real you beside few

I feel lost


Tears fall down

People always ask, "why be sad?"

"Just be happy"


My true self

The #filter shows me as perfect

Nobody is perfect


But we try

Young girls too scared of imperfection

So we hide


I seem okay

But my demons are contantly taunting me

"You're no good"


But I fight

Behind the filtered smile

I am Strong

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