Image
I take the photo that's been looked at by others
I spot myself and quickly hand it back
Is that how they see me?
Oh, how they must pity me
I look in the mirror
And what do I see?
That image staring back at me
She won't change as much as I critique
Why can't I switch off the thoughts?
The one's that drown me
Why won't they leave?
- a.
