What if the reflection staring back wasn’t you at all?
Don’t turn your camera and hold too close;
Lucifer desires I strike a pose.
When you look within, the dark bleeds through;
the world demands my existence is mute.
The selfie shows I am not really here;
replaced when just a boy due to their fear.
Turn your camera from my wicked eyes,
lest they reveal the dark truth and safe lies.
With each image the cruel truth comes through;
mustn’t see life from an opposing view.
He will never release me from this trap;
my light fades and sparkle dulls with each snap.
H, forever trapped behind the glass
