the image, torn away, betrays
the emptiness of much we
seek and value;
your heart's weighed down by many things:
but just continue hiding all that,
shall you?
if only perfect bodies we,
or perfect families, jobs, or
maybe smiles
if only we'd go viral, or
be known and loved for stories, or
for styles
the image, torn away, betrays
the isolation of
our heart's recess
where lonely in a silent room
we ponder all it costs to find
success
To share is human:
