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self-potrait
A self-potrait is all about me! Can you see me in the picture? Yes, those curly wavy hair, those sunglasses on my eyes, a jeans stuff shirt to dominate my style. But who took this picture? Who made my canvas? Is there editing in the picture or I have gone through editing room to be picture perfect to be painted.
Is the room lightning good? Or the scars are hiding? I am so unsure. Can you clearly look the picture. Is it the perfect shot? The perfect shot of my life? All the tough adventures I took to reach this spot are not showing clearly. See clearly!
And can you spot the eyes? No, they are not visible! because they are hidden under sunglasses. The longest journey of tears can't be reflected. Those fashionista glasses are just accompaning me to be fake. I can't be natural! What would people say or they will make fun of my sad story. And those frizzy hair are not some loose curl hairstyle, actually don't tell anyone that I don't have a straightener.
You know, what is even more pinching thing in this painting? The shirt, It's not mine. My brother gave it to me beacuse it does not fit him properly. Idiot does not know that a loose fit shirt, most probably a jeans stuff shirt, is in fashion trend for girls.
I wonder how people can be so stupid? They didn't see what I hide and what they see is not right. They think I am a fashionholic but in reality I collect bizzare and free things to give myself a new look. People wouldn't know what is inside. They are only concerned about the outside. And last but not the least one, the perfect smile is an auto-shinning button to distract people and divert their attention from my helpless fright of not fitting in perfect personality frame. These insecurities are not visible and they can never be. I am so good at hiding. They will never understand what I am going through. My people just want appearence so that's what I am doing. I am perfectly blending in. Let's just pretend and wear a mask and make the conscience sleep for hours. Afterall, it's what everyone do! So, why not me. Got me? If still not, then try to ask a self-potrait of yours too! And ask yourself a question, "Should I get rid of those people or conscience?
© msaminafy
Is the room lightning good? Or the scars are hiding? I am so unsure. Can you clearly look the picture. Is it the perfect shot? The perfect shot of my life? All the tough adventures I took to reach this spot are not showing clearly. See clearly!
And can you spot the eyes? No, they are not visible! because they are hidden under sunglasses. The longest journey of tears can't be reflected. Those fashionista glasses are just accompaning me to be fake. I can't be natural! What would people say or they will make fun of my sad story. And those frizzy hair are not some loose curl hairstyle, actually don't tell anyone that I don't have a straightener.
You know, what is even more pinching thing in this painting? The shirt, It's not mine. My brother gave it to me beacuse it does not fit him properly. Idiot does not know that a loose fit shirt, most probably a jeans stuff shirt, is in fashion trend for girls.
I wonder how people can be so stupid? They didn't see what I hide and what they see is not right. They think I am a fashionholic but in reality I collect bizzare and free things to give myself a new look. People wouldn't know what is inside. They are only concerned about the outside. And last but not the least one, the perfect smile is an auto-shinning button to distract people and divert their attention from my helpless fright of not fitting in perfect personality frame. These insecurities are not visible and they can never be. I am so good at hiding. They will never understand what I am going through. My people just want appearence so that's what I am doing. I am perfectly blending in. Let's just pretend and wear a mask and make the conscience sleep for hours. Afterall, it's what everyone do! So, why not me. Got me? If still not, then try to ask a self-potrait of yours too! And ask yourself a question, "Should I get rid of those people or conscience?
© msaminafy
