Most don’t seem to mind you
Looking at them, capturing
That moment. But I mind.

Your birth brought something new
And I wonder if your creator would find you insidious
As I sometimes do.

Everyone smiling, posing, snapping,
While I fumble out of the frame, uninclined.
I don’t like you, following me, watching me, looking at me.

Everyone adores you, but
I wish to keep you shut
At least until,
I am happy with my gut.