filtered truth

We scroll through lives that seem so bright, While drowning in our endless night. They smile in posts, we ache alone, Each heartache softened by a phone. We chase the likes, the hearts, the shares, But lose ourselves in filtered glares. Our worth reduced to clicks and views, A painted mask we never choose. We speak in tags and hollow trends, But lose the voice that truly bends. Real laughs are rare, real tears ignored, Connection lost, though we adored.