Beware, though never in the mirror They're always there, Praying on the willing ear — These sympathy vampires with their Shallow scars and hollow tears.
I know you are still watching, By the counters on my feed — Look-don't-touch-me, come and love me, Zero-distance apathy. Show the world your worth, Truth or fiction — It's all the same to me.
Writings on the mirror, Projected onto me — Truth in layers, obfuscating What we're not supposed to see. Smiling for the camera, Eyes dead to the world, Smoldering within.
Light, a blinking cursor, Questions asked, unanswered — Are you there, Is this thing on? Reactions nor compassion — Drive-by clicks to like my pain, And then they're gone. Are we still live? Are you still there, Is this thing on?
