I say why not

Because with the same tongue they ridicule special effects 

They claim that specialness is derived from within 

 

Crying out that likes don't define my true beauty 

But they still won't follow back

But will follow that trend 

Hashtag beauty may come from within but to be aesthetically blessed is to be truly worth commending

 

Pardon my defining of my existence by the amount of likes under my pictures

But as far as I'm concerned I was never taught another definition 

 

I've gotten to the point where the emojis are keeping me going 

Because if no one is commenting "wow you're perfect"

Then it's time to delete, update or try another angle

Because something must be wrong 

 

Stringing me along 

Keep my heart going with your double tap 

Thump thump 

While I cling tight to the dwindling thread of my existence 

I'm on "like-support"

 

What if I told you that was the old me?

That I've found something within that no longer allows for me to be defined by popularity 

That a flower bloomed from the cracks of a computer screen

Through broken glass I began to see 

 

Clearly the Wi-Fi wasn't strong enough to empower 

So I cut off its power to consume my mind

My time was no longer wasted 

Because I became captivated 

By an individual 

That is much more beautiful 

Than can be expressed by the quantity of likes under a pic

And I realized that the selfie I posted 

Is much greater than the attention it gets

That a friendship should be mutual 

Quantity over quality, because what do followers hiding behind their phones truly mean

It's okay to follow back, and take the time to appreciate people's pictures

I know that my worth far exceeds the fame value of my account 

So I mustered up enough courage to log out 

Pull the plug

Cut the connection 

Because I much rather die than be put back on "like-support"