Shadows of a life cheaply spent.
Flashing images pass by, Folk with obviously better lives than I Reels of shows and parties and laughter I sit and watch and wonder what happens after When phones go dead, things not recorded Not posted, not uploaded Problems not sorted. Shadows on the social media wall Dancing, prancing, singing, and acting Begging for likes, thumbs up, or follows I scroll through streams Watching other people's dreams Trying to make sense of what it all means. (Tik-Tok, the sound of time passing.) Look at me, this selfie is just perfect It’s me as I am, as I act, as I scream. Heading to a future as an influencer ‘has been’ When no selfie can hide The end of my pride The cracks in the mask Visible to all Not a big thing now Just frightened and small.