(A Sonnet, I wrote this before I read that thing you said to someone who asked what type of poem we should write. And I liked it so I'm not going to change)
to make imperfections enhance
coming away happy is unlikely.
Never quite the same upon second glance
it will make you rethink its loyalty.
Indirectly, the reflections murder
by manipulating society.
Teasingly it asks, still want that burger?
A photo shop induced anxiety.
To question its views though, no one daring
despite some distortion at its surface.
Believing lies, and soon second guessing
people kill themselves inside without trace.
Whilst razor sharp edges have ways to cope
your own insecurities hang up rope.