I am meaningless, yet important. I'm given a caption.
I consume the personality that she does not want
Only to show numbers of those who do.
Hopes have hidden her truth
Like my filter masks her from herself.
Emerging comments convey their love
Which begins to define her, after reading them again and again.
She's not yet numb to the insults that inexplicably appear.
Briefly dormant, I wake after another heart is counted.

I now lean on a wall, showing a less important truth.
A girl stands in front of me staring blankly at herself.
A notification illuminates the screen and she unlocks her phone.
The expression of her face changes to sorrow.
She looks at her reflection again, watching tears fall.
Every afternoon she greets me with a smile
That then transforms into a frown. She's aged,
Placing in me the soul of an innocent child
Shaped by a cold, judging digital world
Mistaking likes for love.