The Story Of My Phone
Poetry From A Younger Me- Yesterday
I hold up my phone and in my head, I say, “Hey, I’m having fun!”
For a lack of better words or maybe the way this rant will run
I look at my image on the screen and say, “Yea, I’m having fun.”
To reassure this post was accurate, looking around for the happiness pun
But as I walk across the mirror and gaze at my reflection,
looking at this person whose vanity stained my perception
I’m putting on an act for those who are tired of seeing my tears
like everything has been dandy, and nothing but good has happened these past years
Until I turn away from the mirror and begin to look back at my phone
I’m running from my reality into the illusion that I have sewn
Changing back into that mold
This hold
An idea I need to shallow my soul
To show my life as only an image,
a fraction,
not a whole
So I change filters to hide the true me
To reassure my mask works and the illusion is what you see
Since I’m over trying to figure who is the real me
Because why be…
