Goodbye to the sweet girl 

With a head of blonde curls 

The curls what would sway 

As you played on the swings 

With small soft hands 

That were pure and good

The days that would be spent

 Laughing and creating fun 

But, one day you woke up 

And the filter went away

The filter on the world 

That made everything blurry 

Blurry in the way that it was only perfect

Unable to see any bad

Now you can see it all clear as day 

The pain, hardship and sadness of it all 

The tears that now pool 

When an A isn’t acheived 

When a goal isn’t scored 

When a cruel person tries to bring you down 

So, these days it seems that it is now 

Hello to the tired girl 

With a head of fake blonde curls 

Who somehow still has 

The same kind heart and bright smile 

And now I am just stuck wishing 

For that filter to be put back on the world