Without Filters

Without the filters

 I am Ariana. I am me;

 not what everyone wants or excepts me to be;

I’m just me.

The Ariana that nobody ever gets to see.

 The Ariana that’s been locked in a box

 for years is the real me.

I mean that figuratively;

 it’s a metaphor.

That’s kept my heart from being crushed to the floor.

Filtered Ariana puts up this barrier to keep people from seeing the real me.

But the real me that others don’t see is caring and loving and so carefree.

The unfiltered barrier normally keeps people away,

and just a few who really take the time to get to know the real me,

and are willing to stay.

You know the saying don’t judge a book by its cover,

Don’t judge the look by the lover.

because it’s the content of the book, not the cover.

The unfiltered me has a heart full of joy and love for everyone,

not mean spirited and pretentious you see.

But the real me that others don’t see

 is caring and loving and so carefree.

The unfiltered me loves to greet others with a big smile and a hug,

but my so called friends became annoyed at my warm embrace,

and childish glee and considered me a disgrace.

When I present to you the unfiltered me,

receive me and let me and just let be.   

            

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