Hi guys! I have, surprise surprise, a poem for you. I’ll let you read it now-I don’t really need to tell you what it’s about-you’ll figure it out pretty quick. Enjoy! And tell me what you think!
—What a grotesque thing to stare at
Out society’s urge now to upgrade
Up the ladder we hope to raid:
Youth, better technology, beauty, immortality, & less use of the brain
Upgrading our body parts
We can’t accept our own bodies anymore as art
There’s a heavy feeling in many of our hearts
And only some of us can stop it from tearing us apart
In a society of upgrades & twisted art
—-Her makeup is on point
Her filter is bursting with cute
His abs are firey in any photoshoot
His women-captivating-cheekbones are like glittering knifes
“But not in a bad way”,
Their friendship we see in their selfies is goals
Everyone wants to switch roles
Why has our society turned into a world of upgrades
Upgrade your phone
Upgrade your face & body as your age has grown
Upgrade your wife because,
Like you, she’s aging too
Upgrade your sports car
To your defense,
“It’s no longer new!”
We’re really going to go so far
In a world of upgrades & morbid art
Either we are or we will far right apart
It’s hard to be yourself
In a plastic world sometimes
But we need to fight against losing ourselves to this cyclone
Of pain & lies
That fitness guru & that Internet star
Isn’t who you are
Isn’t who you can be
You’re just you & they’re just them
The curtain of separation only appears this thin
Drunk on the potion of want & overexposed “perfected” skin
Enough to make your very head spin
Oh we’re going to go so far
In a world of upgrades
A whole galaxy of constellations of self-induced scars
—-What a gorgeous look
Can I make it?
What an insane diet
Can I take it?
What outstanding sports skills
Can I fake it?
What a crazy challenge compilation on the Internet
Can I recreate it?
What horrible questions
Can’t we all just take a second to deep breathe?
I write this to try to crack through
I doubt I can write this & relieve
The thousands of people walking the planet as of now
Who have simply forgotten how
To be themselves
To not idolize & yearn for what could supposedly be
With a couple upgrades
For a couple more weeks
What a wonderful world of upgrades
What a glorious world of unintentional tragic art
—-How shall we fight
In a world devoid of much positive light?
How do we unlock doors to the truth
When the key to these doors of truth is lost & imbedded in our own ruth?
The answer is hard
That we know
And lies in being our own
—-The mirror tells truth, it’s true
But the best truth is that you should never lose you
Again, I hope you enjoyed this!
Thanks, as always, for reading! ❤