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Thought as much

Famed as such

Faked the touch

Of what excites us

Who we are and will always be

Unites us

But we seldom invite that side enough

Swapped it out to sell new love

As though it’s not inside us

Think too much

Fame is such

A thing we’ll fake as something that excites us

Spin it until we’re spinning plates we can’t dine off

Starving

Is this what we’ll die of?

Vapid monsters in a sea of breeding nonsense, jealousy

Portraits of unfulfilled and pretty

Best lives or misery

Rooted to mis-sold faith in a downloaded commodity

Do you like me?

Do you like me?

I don’t know who I am any more

I don’t know who you are

Fascinate me as I fabricate me

Castigate me as I congratulate me

Salivate as I let you navigate me

Masturbate at how inadequate I find me

I’m putting it all out to see

No idea of what I want or who I am sans vanity

No idea of how to please our grumbling society

No idea of where I can slip off silently

I am halves with who I’m wholly miscalculating

Please, would you just validate me?