A Poem by Alia Nadhira
An illusion created,
A skill mastered,
A manipulated surface of your soul.
Character built solely off perfection,
An artificial taste of happiness,
You are the dominant puppeteer
Of your followers.
You plaster a smile on your face,
As your mind starts to decay,
As you drown in your own thoughts
Of no longer wanting to exist.
Striving to escape this harsh reality,
Grasping onto whatever is left
Of your perfect life,
Burying your misery behind social media.