Glows of phone screens lighting up the dark room 
Eyes wilting into the night like flowers that haven’t been cared for 
Waiting for that sound,  
that buzzing like a bee sound to come from the phone 
That text from them that will make you feel found 
It is the same every day when the sun is out and every night when the moon sits in the sky 
Talk, flirt, talk  
Oh, how much you like them, and they like you 
But what are we? 
 
 
Scrolling into an endless black hole of manipulated reality  
Photo after photo 
Another person’s life after another 
Now placed back into your own 
Smearing makeup on your face  
And grabbing at your hair 
Frustrated eyes staring into the mirror before you 
A million thoughts roll in your head, one most prominent from the rest 
But will I ever be pretty like the rest of them? 
  
Sweatpants and a sweatshirt swaddle you for the day 
Sweetened smiles face yours as you return the expression 
Small laughs barely fill the space as you talk to others 
Everything rushing by you as fast as light 
The day is gone before you know it  
And now in bed you lay 
Tears fall upon your cheeks  
Your eyes close shut tight 
You take a deep breath and go downstairs to join your family 
An artificial smile on your face 
But will I feel genuine again? 
 
 
Question after question fill your everyday life 
Fighting for some type of uncomplicated flow 
Fighting to feel normal 
Fighting to feel alive 
Fighting to have peace with yourself 
But when will that happen?