The Picture
The Moment I peer beyond my idea of comfort
I gave up any true feelings
All that matters is what appears to be
And not what is real
I am real
But the girl behind the lens is not
She is the attempted Pefection
She is the image that was not taken on the first try
But almost the last
Anything behind the lens gives false hope
"Maybe I am this pretty"
"Maybe love like theirs can happen to me"
"Maybe one day I can take a beautiful picture like them"
I am not the empty pixels that smile all the time
I am someone who appears to fit in
What I feel cannot be important enough for others to tell
Who I am is not real enough to show
If only we were the people
The people that appear behind the lens
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