Selfie Portrait

I am that face in the crowd of millions,
a grey pixel in the distant landscape.  
"selfie" loathing conceals me within,
the dark shadows of humanity
 
I am a fugitive turning from the exposing light,
fearing my warts 'n' all be exposed on "The Wall",
revealing bad hair styles and outmoded fashions.
 
I move on wheels, quicker than the echo of a falling shutter,
harder to capture than the tube mice beneath London's rails,
that move too fast to be seen by CCTV or the naked eye.
 
But my face is still out there, within the sepia tones of humanity,
smiling anonymously at the unknown viewer,
happy to be inconspicuous, wearing dark glasses and a tragic hat.