feed me something real

There is a confidence problem,

people have too much,

or else, too little;

there are few in the happy medium.

 

People blanket themselves with pictures,

and get the same comments;

"so pretty"

"purrtttyy"

"damnn!"

"qt!! xox"

"hot! lol"

 

Don't you ever get bored of that?

Isn't there something more to communication,

than surface-level interactions meant to stroke,

each other's egos and need for acceptance?

 

Confidence is not relative to the size of a person's self-portrait galleries;

hordes of photos does not translate into high confidence,

in fact, the opposite may be closer to the reality;

who knows?

 

The base-level interactions worry me;

we now have the tools to unite behind common goods,

and we waste it uniting behind fake comments on good looks.

 

Sure,

you might be beautiful,

but I want you to offer me more;

I know,

I'm demanding.

 

Where is your essence;

the artistic photography,

the metaphysical poetry,

the social commentary,

the inspired music,

or philosophical comments?

 

Feed me something real,

not just pictures of how almost-naked you can be.

6 thoughts on “feed me something real

  1. A poem after my own heart…your words are something that I can identify with…and although I’m certain there’s some acronym I could have used to say this…I rather like just using the words.

  2. I like this one a lot.
    It’s a pure true about nowadays values and expression of it…
    But it’s such a shame, that everything goes like this, why people are losing their souls for such an emptiness?
    Because it’s easier?..
    We can be much more than this.

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