Selfie
Mirror, mirror, selfie stick
Press the button, hear the click
Choose a filter, life’s a trick
My face for all to see
Comment once, comment twice
Something horrid, something nice
My life on show but at what price?
Nothing comes for free
Read the words, how hard they hit
Will read them all again for kicks
Sinking down into my pit
Wish they’d leave me be
Mirror, mirror, say what’s what
Make me glad for what I’ve got
Stop wishing for what I am not
Be thankful that I’m me
Press the button, hear the click
Choose a filter, life’s a trick
My face for all to see
Comment once, comment twice
Something horrid, something nice
My life on show but at what price?
Nothing comes for free
Read the words, how hard they hit
Will read them all again for kicks
Sinking down into my pit
Wish they’d leave me be
Mirror, mirror, say what’s what
Make me glad for what I’ve got
Stop wishing for what I am not
Be thankful that I’m me
This poem is copyright (©) Stephen Connor 2025

About the Writer
Stephen Connor
Stephen is a primary school teacher, avid reader and lover of poetry. He enjoys wordplay and writes poems for his own amusement, and sometimes the amusement of the children he teaches. He takes inspiration from the every day experiences of family life, and life in school.