The Down Parts In Life

Utterly Edited

I am photoshop.

I started editing myself a long time ago.

The tools changed who I am.

I made my smile large,

I look happier.

I made my eyes larger,

I look smarter.

I made people around me look like they're laughing,

I look like I'm hilarious.

If you click the history tool,

and go back to the unedited photo,

I look different.

I am alone.

I am quiet.

I am not hilarious.

My smile is faint,

and I don't look as smart.

I try to show people the unedited photos,

but all they care about are the fake ones.

The real photo is hidden,

underneath my skin,

behind the password.

I sit behind my life,

and continue to edit myself.

No one ever wants to see the real photo.