Lens see the truth

Novena Writing Prompt #6

These shadows are no photographer's trick.
The lens saw the truth, not he.
My eyes in darkness because of the deceit they have seen.
My mouth obscured because I have no voice.
My cheeks bruised by life's blows.
My chest cut in two by love's jagged knife.
These shadows are no photographer's trick.
They are the story of my life.