It’s been a while I didn’t get photographed,
Been so long I didn’t click myself.
Why don’t I do it? They ask,
I try to explain but not a word comes out that instant…
But there is a weird realisation behind.
Because when I see my reflection
It’s not the winged eyes and coloured pout I see,
It’s the miserable status of mine revealed.
I see through my eyes
Feel every word I weave
Witness the war going on
Find myself struggling to breathe.
That fake smile I draw
The truth of it stinks
Makeup speak aloud
Camouflaging my nakedness that griefs.
The crude form of me
The part of me unseen
I see it all when I see my reflection,
I discover my soul burning within.