HYPER POETRY

The Perfect Mask

Everyone’s picture perfect, loud and bright,

But real life hides beyond the light.

Likes and comments, always a fight,

To look just right, all day and night.

Filters cover up all the flaws,

But inside, I’m breaking laws,

Trying to keep this image clean,

When I’m far from flawless, if you’ve seen.

The pressure's real, it never ends,

Trying to please both family and friends.

Counting likes like they define

If I’m worthy, if I’m fine.

Sometimes I wish I could just be free

From this fake, nonstop keep-up spree.

To show my real, messy side,

And not forever have to hide.

But here I am, stuck in the scroll,

Chasing views, but losing soul.

Maybe one day I’ll be free,

To just be me, imperfectly.