I have a photo
That sits still in my brain
A photo of myself
Full, true, and plain

It used to lie gleaming
Fresh and new
Untainted by age
Glowing with hue

Over time 
The photo ages
The corners tear
And the colors are faded

As I get older
I lose sight of the image
I forget why I took it
In its place, others emerge

Outsider’s photos of myself
Begin to receive the importance
That my old personal Image
Once held in my head

More and more
The outsiders take over
Until the photo lies 
Face down in a corner

Someday, I hope to come back
And pick up that old photo
But that photo is hard to find
In a sea of still photos