The way they see me is never true

Swathed in colors grey and blue

From heaven above my father will know

Exactly what I do not show

Yet here I am clothed in lies

Through the lense my soul flies

I say I am fine  

But it's its a fine line 

Only the glass can see

Applications shrouding me

No more pimples

Or anymore dimples

No more feelings 

Smiles always reeling

But the mysery of my heart

It tells me apart