you wish to hide from your mind,
you wish to not be real
you hunger for experience
you crave their artifice
you yearn for something better than this
the curve of smiling lip
you let the colors consume you
if attention strays, it never dips
you want to look and not be seen
you want the mouth to open
you talk of vulnerability,
you hide behind a screen
you indulge in habits you hate,
you hate yourself by proxy
it holds no violence, but it festers
a sight you cant unsee
you wonder how you got here
you wonder how to flee
it draws you back, time again,
its a funny thing like that
habits form, but once they’re there
they’re awfully hard to crack