What do we do this for?
For support or views?
For money or is it fame?
Low numbers annoy us
High numbers destroy us
With every like and comment, we’re poisoned
The after-effects are quietly sung
You say “it keeps me connected”
I say you fear being left astray
I get it you just want to feel accepted
Liking pictures with faces made of clay
That’s because you’ve already been injected
Viewing compliments that are so fake
Soon you can’t live without it
Then you can’t escape
Congrats you now fit
Now an actor rehearsing before a theater
I bet your followers can’t help but adore
Does that make you a fictional character?
Wait! What’s the score?!
Cue the crying violins!
As you please strangers who continue to hate
Depression wins
Yet they don’t care about your mental state
Sorry I didn’t mean to offend
I just refuse to pretend
But before you ignore
Let me ask my question again
What do we do this for?
