Synthetic Girl
Her self-confidence is built on the
foundations of Facebook and Twitter
The more flesh she shows,
the more people notices her.
With each like she gets
it goes up.
When it all crumbles down,
there’s nothing to keep her standing up.
Beauty isn’t reflected in a mirror.
Until she breaks the glass
and looks inside herself,
her world will be swallowed
into an eternity of disappointment.
She won’t have any self-respect
nor love for the world.
She breaths, but is dead.