Trapped by the Internet

Where time is inevitably consumed,

There is no escaping this endless game.

Where people constantly put on costumes,

Is it all worth it for seconds of fame?

People think they are brave enough to share,

What is truly going on in their lives.

The fact is they worry & they are scared,

Of being judged when their photo arrives.

Constantly thinking, “Am I good enough?”

A place which controls the person who views.

Inside you know it is all just a bluff,

Created to puzzle and to confuse,

Soon you will see this is not the real you,

And stunned by who you have been shaped into.