Scrolling through my photographs
The screen abuzz with colourful laughs
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
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