Life Is A Filter

The never-ending clicking of hearts.
It’s been 3 hours, but you just can’t stop.
You refresh your page to get a fresh start.
You see the blue check mark that you desperately ought.

As you scroll your eyes become weary .
Your life is turning into a filter
Through the camera you’re bright and cheery
The camera is off and the world has become dark and bitter

You see the people, you desire to look like
Perfect hair, blue eyes, and a perfectinal smile
You look at yourself and you're filled with dislike
You hope to keep the filter on for awhile

But then you remember everyone is different
And you’ll always be magnificent

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