Being fake has now become a trend
We put the side of ours which is perfect
Knowing perfectly well that it is just a pretend.
We see someone doing great and we wanna be that
It has become a circle which will ever end.
We don't look up to people for inspiration
But we have made everyone our competition.
Ending up in the hole of desperation.
We are desperate to be valued, loved, understood.
When did this happen?
How did we become this person
The person we never wanted to be
The person we were scared of
The person who is sad and hopeless
Has no sense of regard and Is helpless.
Who has no human connection
Just some humans with an internet connection
We are connected but virtually
Yes, it keeps us updated
But we are not the same
We are now outdated.
We try to put our whole world in our phones
And we end up being trapped and we mourn.
Mourn the death of our real selves
As we strive for perfection which is impossible,
We know that damn well.
Judging our value on the basis of a few numbers
Everyone is depressed huh, no wonder.
In the quest of a happy person on the net
Look, we have made such a blunder
We no longer converse, we just chat
We take pictures not for memories
But for that perfect story on snapchat.
Feelings are now emojis
Expressions are now short forms
In the battle of the fake and the real
We are constantly torn.
And I think this all goes on
Till the time we realize it time to move on
Move on from our petty selves
And we meet the person behind the mask
Mask we have had for so long
And we stop being perfect and fake
Because we are humans, for god sake.
Let's shed the walls we have build around us
Which stops us from building real relations.
Let's just be who we are
Humans.