Distortion Poem by Blight Sliver

You used to call me negative
Because I loathed our polaroids
I never liked how lost I looked
Like something wasn't there
But you would say that they looked great
And so we smiled until I snapped
Now all that's left are photographs
And I still hate my face
I frame my thoughts a million ways
And cycle through each scrapbook page
To find a time when we looked nice
What I would give to just look nice
But we never were, and now I know
You'll always look more beautiful
When I'm not in the picture