Blank lights screen our faces, girls crippling their bodies, abnormal places
Where whole people are flattened to the surface of a screen, where heavy eyes roll over tons of images squeaky clean
While minds sit soiled in the dirt, recycled thoughts give way to an envy still no alert
For that thing you were meant to do, before you clocked onto a 5 dimensional mirror, your phone
More concern for the edited and spiritual thinning of yourself, while your bones
Your real frame diminished, terrorised in a world where nobody is looking at one another
Adding to the mass of demolition and suicide of eachother.