” I accidentally delete the filter which suits me ,
Now they hated The ‘real me’ “
Fancy world,
Full of charms ,
Beautiful souls,
With dusky pasts.
Changing myself to be the ‘fancy me’,
Commingling myself into the shimmers of others glee.
Descent souls,
In sparkling world ,
Covering themselves ,
in miserable folds.
If world put the glass of reality,
All they can see is miseries behind the beauty .