Attention Whore

That’s exactly what you are 

You strategize 

And calculate 

When and how many posts you make

Diluting likes like liquid

Need to validate

You capitalize on grief and pain

While not feeling it yourself

You just want to share your shame

And feed your ego a shot

Connected only to your phone

The people matter not

Feelings are for instagram

Instead of real live relationships 

You collect your followers 

Like Mr Scrooge

The more you gain 

The more you feel fame

They laugh at you behind your back

They care not about your pain

But that’s ok 

Neither do you

You’re numb to what remains

As long as drama feeds your heart 

As long as people like your snaps

As long as you don’t lose any followers 

As long as you get at least 100 likes

As long as you’re maintaining this personality you’ve created

You think everything is ok

What happens if you put your phone down

What happens when you look around

Do you have any relationships 

That aren’t online

If yes, how do they feel

Do you feel fulfilled and understood

Do you feel connection that is real

You cannot pray from your own heart

Maybe god should have a phone

So you can text him and ask for help

You’re lost and all alone

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