You cannot digest what speaks the mirror,
and feverishly search to mend the damage.
You blame it for it reflects your errors,
and portrays not your new made-up image.
So you snap, click and edit your photo-
colours to present a different picture.
Camouflaged with layers from head to toe,
hiding the soul but flashing the texture.
You caption this frame to further enhance,
peppered with a sweet voice to go along.
In hope to upraise the societal stance
but unaware where you truly belong.
But soon this drama and dice go backstage-
you call the mirror for a pure image.