Camera

 So I opened my phone,

To check whether my face was done properly,

It was a date,

I had to look good,

I opened my camera application,

I wasn’t happy with myself,

I opened Snapchat,

Tried a few filters,

I still wasn’t happy,

I tried hiding my face with my hands,

My suit looked good, they had to see it,

I just realised,

I don’t like myself,

I don’t like myself if I don’t lie,

I see other people’s faces,

They do the same,

I wonder if they think like me,

Do they hate their faces,

Do they consider themselves good without a few filters,

Are they insecure of the beautiful people around them?

Do I express myself in words or expressions,

Because neither are good,

I wouldn’t want people to feel sorry for me,

Hence the silence,

The tragedy of lies and delusions,

Realization hit while I watched myself in the camera,

I couldn’t believe I am this bruised,

But I couldn’t think more about it,

I had a date, a woman to impress,

So I put on a mask,

A sadistic option, but an alternative.