I am not happy, only distracted.

I obsess over those with better lives than mine.

As I gawk at them through a screen,

I see my reflexion, and the greatness I could never achieve.

I am not happy, only distracted.

Late nights, bloodshot eyes, and debit card in hand,

I buy and buy and buy.

Merchandise that I open, observe, and never touch again.

It fills the void, but

The void stays evergrowing.

I am not happy, only distracted.

As my friends glorify me with their compliments,

They mask my eyes from my truth.

But I’ve taken my glasses off;

My truth lies in the mirror

I see my reflexion, the girl who could never be satisfied

with what she sees.

I am not happy, only distracted.

Daydreaming, living in a world where all is right

And my sacrifices have paid off.

However, my reality begs to differ.

My head is full of doubt,

Yet my heart is hollow.