instagram girl

Babe, you think you hide it so well

But your pain is evident in your pout

Your desperation shines through what you call fashion

On trend but without a true friend

Luxury laced with extra lonely

You want to be influential

The ‘it’ girl

But you’re so separated

From your own soul

When did that mask start defining who you are

When did you lose yourself in that facade

Topped with caviar

Gucci gotchu

So does the devil in Dior

Always following you

Or was it Prada

That became your Heavenly Father

What’s life like

With a side kick as a handbag

A brand bag that costs so much

It could give the kid who handmade it

A life line

You put the vapid in vogue

Big dreams of a bigger closet

Bigger wallet

You bought your fancy friends

Is that what you call influence

Forget about the charities on your statement

What about the impact of your generation

You’re designing an insipid future

Of self absorbed interest

Topped with hedonism and disrespect

You’re the face of our superficial culture

A sweet girl lost to the online vultures

The algorithm of expert rhythm

A feed that feeds on you

A digital age that ages you

So much information

Not an ounce of wisdom

Daily quotes

But none of them you wrote

When last did you pick up a pen

And reflect on what it means to be women

Or have they convinced you it’s not important

Because a uterus can just be imported

Gender neutrality, trans, and abnormality

Insanity

An absolute tragedy

Instagram girl

Don’t forget who you are in this world