Everywhere I turn, CCTV
watches me, and judges endlessly.
I never can escape from scrutiny
of what I do and who I ought to be.
See, every cold, relentless lens is me.
My viewpoint’s on the outside, looking in,
Surveilling grimly from beyond my skin,
The replay loops; the inquest can begin.
I’m such a scathing critic; I can’t win.
And whenever I internally debate,
On what i should do next, I hesitate...
I hear a whirr. My cameras activate.
Why do I watch, my harsh gaze never blinking?
Second guessing what the world is thinking?
Why can’t I just be happy IN my head?
I think I know what other people see,
I’m wrong. They’re busy focussing within,
Zooming in on all the things THEY hate
about themselves. Trapped in the lens, and sinking.
Let’s turn our camera-selves off. Cut them dead.
And be the selves that simply live instead.
19th February 2018
For “Minuanetta” contest
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