these pictures that i look at
im there, i see my face
my body follows
i dont look out of place

but where are my eyes?
drenched in the happiness of my smile?
or dwelling in the innocence of a child?

where are my thoughts?
copying the curve of my lips?
or trying out the familiar sassy c*** of my hips?

or maybe my eyes are
burning
in anger and tasting bitter fear
then cool off by swimming in their unseen tears

and possibly my thoughts
are flying to my happy actors portrayal
so im not wondering about all their betrayal

how do they know?
they dont
but do i?
well, the pictures cant be cloaked.