Scrolling through my photographs The screen abuzz with colourful l aughs I land on one where I'm so sure Of good days on end Of happiness and more Scrolling through my photographs The screen still smooth under my tightening grasp I see only my face so divine Different poses and puckered lips Like a swine Scrolling through my photographs The screen endless, filled with fake laughs I look closely at my eyes so ghoulish When I think about how I could be so foolish Scrolling through my photographs The screen blotched with tears of wrath That I shed as I see a ruined life well captured In ordinary things like leaves that had found me enraptured