Unfiltered

Eyeliner, mascara, eyebrows, blush

Hair just the right amount of messy and cute

Tilt head but don't break necks

Smile big but not too big

Click...click...click, click, click

 

Valencia, Earlybird, or Nashville?

Put a witty caption

Get everything out in the open

This way they can't point out your flaws for you

Now last step:

#nofilter

 

In today's world, filters are not just for cleaning water

It's become a world of #allfilters

The truth behind #nofilter

Is that its naked form is an insecure little girl

Terrified of the world around her

 

My unfiltered world?

Lazy Sunday mornings

But really it's more like early Sunday afternoons

I don't care that my hair looks like a bird's nest

Or that my breath might smell like one

I can curse at the top of my lungs

Because 'I hate you' is a lot worse than 'I fucking love you'

But then I immediately take it back

Sundays are after all the Lord's day

 

I love Sundays

I want to live in that world

The one that is completely made up of Sundays

I go through my everyday life with my eyes lavished in filters

Except this special filter blurs out the whole world

So that I am finally able to see clearly

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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