I scroll through my parents' Facebook accounts mindlessly at
4:10 AM.
Looking at all the photos.
No matter how hard I try and push the word away it keeps reappearing in my muddy thoughts
Staged.
Each family portrait.
Each selfie.
It's all staged.
I'm troubled by the thought of how many people have gotten mislead by these images.
Imagining all the history that gets replaced with forced smiles.
It's all staged.
My phone illuminates the deception.
My ugly mug glows a sickly color as the lies burn holes in my retinas.