468 (04.10.2015)

I've got a camera and I've got my self,
I pick it up and take a shot of me,
It's something that perhaps betrays ill health,
Not really a thing I'd like you to see.
I take these pictures to see who I am,
I've often wondered what's behind my eyes,
I fear at times my life us just a sham,
And that my face is just a bad disguise.
I flick through all the selfies in my phone,
Through side and side and side of only me,
And in these pictures I'm always alone,
And there is no one else for me to see.
So I look at that lonely worried face,
And know it longs for someone to embrace.

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