Reality

I see your face

Everywhere I turn I see it

Smiling

Crying

Over the top

“Perfect”

I hear your voice

All around me I hear it

“Brave”

“Smart”

Vapid

Conceited

You spout bullshit to an undeserved audience

An audience who loves you, for reasons unknown

An audience you love, when it’s convenient

Sheep in need of a shepherd

A shepherd with a sex tape

A shepherd with a TV show

A boy band

An impossible body image that kids kill themselves over

Hook them while they’re young

Take their parents money until they can give you their own

You lash out when the cameras flash

You cry when they don’t

And the cycle starts anew

The clawing desperation for relevance

You created this storm

So grab an umbrella

And hit a car with it

Scream for the spotlight

The spotlight you hate

Until it burns out

You get manicured twice a day

My hands bleed so the bills get paid

Human beings starve

Children

At least your pool is heated

You make millions

My stomach churns