I took ten shots, deleted nine
The one I kept still wasn't mine
A borrowed smile,
a better sight
A version made to help me hide
They see a light I had to fake
A picture that I didn't make
Mirror swipe to get it right
A stranger blinking in the light My face adjusts,
my jaw aligns
But none of it feels close to mine This isn't me,
or not quite so
Just filters teaching me to glow I
scroll through lights and can't recall
If I was ever there at all I look composed,
but not concrete
Each angle learns to play its part To curve the frame,
retouch the heart
A pixel smile,
a polished hue That says I'm fine and nothing's true
The screen approves,
the moment dies I lose myself to curated lies
Mirror swipe,
a morning haze Another pose,
another phase
I mimic joy,
adjust the light Then wonder if I'm still in sight
They like the look,
the way I pose But never ask what I don't show