a battlefield within my skin
snap snap click
my heart sinks when I see the "pic"
the mirror is a friend with whom I fight
will I get a cute shot tonight
angle the camera in a way that looks good
all my followers will see my good mood
smile big with my arm around friends
search for approval again and again
I blemish-control the photo
do it just right so no one will know
in my picture you'll see no acne
why does it have power over me
breakout and my smile fades
my skin longing for better days
because if I look pretty enough
maybe people will like me more
maybe I will like me more
maybe I'll be more comfortable in my own skin
but maybe the editing needs to come from within.
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