I’ve never seen you look like that
Hair scraped back
Eyes leaving more to be desired
I look tired, apparently
Though I got 8 hours’ sleep
And I’ve been using these serums
To improve the appearance
Of wrinkles
Or laughter lines so I look worn in
Like an old boot
And to boot, I must look natural
But not too factual
Because that’s not appealng
But see looks are deceiving
So I paint my canvas
For years on end
Pretending to be confident
Feigning nonchalence
Must look as easy
As can be
But really
I’m only fooling me
Anxiety
As the sun rises
Full of surprises
As I know he’ll be confronted
By my full frontal beauty
And only years later
Will I realise
That what we all prize is
Authenticity