Songs inspired me to make this :D

I never like the face I meet

when morning drags me from my sheets.

The mirror shows a version

that I swear I never chose—

tired eyes, heavy lines,

a stranger wearing all my clothes.

So I trade the truth for filters,

bend my features into shape.

I build a better version of myself

and hide behind its face.

If the world sees that one—

maybe I’ll be okay.

But once the screen goes dark,

I feel the real me crawl up my spine,

whispering that I’m broken,

reminding me what I’m not.

The voice is cruel.

The voice is mine.

And I’m the one I fear the most.

I retouch every photo,

erase the parts I hate,

until I can’t tell where the lies stop

and where I start again.

The person everyone praises

is just a mask I’ve painted thin.

And every time I look too long,

my chest caves with the thought—

if they saw the unedited version,

would they even stay?

It’s strange,

how I can be my own tormentor—

the blade and the bruise,

the wound and the hand that made it.

I guess that’s the truth I keep avoiding:

the reflection isn’t what scares me.

It’s the fact that when I look,

I’m staring back

at my own worst enemy.