Pose.

Let the flash steal your soul, just there in your bright eyes.
The mirror in front of you degrading you, knowing you.
Every piece of who you are, every tiny critique on film.
Every word or sound you let slip, caught on his tongue.

Pixilated degradation tainting your every thought skillfully.
The thoughts of those you choose to love later, seen in their mind.
Knowing, hating, trying to cope with what, not who, you are.
‘Who’ got stolen in a fretful glance at your body that is not theirs.

Explain yourself away in your sea of lies, unchanging with tide.
Practiced, perfected, posed; fishing them lifeless when needed.
Placing them on a lover’s lips, pulling away from your filth.
Let the flash steal your soul, in the hands of another man.