Spectrum

I try to disguise myself in filters

hoping

that eventually

I will turn into a kaleidoscope of beauty;

 something worthy of reflection.

But the duplicates dulled my senses

and the filters destroyed my reality.

I cannot distinguish between photography and authenticity.

I tried to develop from the negative Polaroids

but the masterpiece I made of myself-

the pastel colors that filled my flaws,

the dark room that my mind wandered through,

the angles of the world that my soul saw-

Was overexposed.