In front of a polaroid,
capturing pictures left, right and center,
I rest with the focus on me 24×7.
Expressing, a facade; promoting, hollowness.

My thoughts from the world concealed,
a persona taking over, advertizing
what is not tangible. Biased opinions
making me sink further into myself.

I look around, masses charging on with freedom.
With acceptance, bravery, courage to make mistakes.
I sit here donning my colorful pretty dresses.
Preaching perfection. Enjoying my mundane tasks.

Instruments of ostentations, in spirits of intermingling.
Flickering lights, flashing past. Blinding. Blazing.
Too loud for discomfort. Deafening. Quiet.
My mind, a fog. Numb. Stagnant. Unimportant. A liability.