Your timeline never sleeps

Your scroll down never ends

You think you are the shit

But you have no real friends

Your self steam is bitch

It texts you made a mess

Very hard to fix

From your empty space

To be or not be

The question is unfair

It’s very hard to exist

In an saturated mess

Your self image’s a glitch

Distorted by the rest

Reactions in your feed

Keeps you temporary sane

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You feel slow and flipped

Too lazy to complain

Watching all your heroes

In the palm of your hand

You only see their hits

None of their mistakes

Not one single bad day

You’ll never be like them

They will let you in

If you follow their command

You’ll become product

The hook they need to sell

Your art is not their thing

Is the process with your face

The more naked the best

Shit post every day

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