Pinksxace's "Camara" is about the gap between the face we show others and what we feel when no one is watching. The opening line compares life to a camera, and the poem seems to build on that idea: in company, the speaker smiles, as if posing for a photo, but alone they feel awful. The language is blunt, and the swear word makes the pain feel raw and unpolished.
The speaker describes hidden thoughts that "come back and hunt" them at night, along with bad memories they can't push away. Trying not to cry and failing is a small, honest detail. The last line is the heaviest. The speaker says they are done, yet tomorrow arrives and the whole cycle starts again. The mood is tired, lonely and quietly hopeless, though the poem doesn't ask for pity. It simply describes a routine of hiding and breaking down that many readers may recognise.