Lost in Translation

Semifinalist đź’« SW Writer of the Year Awards

Online is...
lighting
angles
poses
doses (of a drug called attention)
faux things
deceptive ways
the best photo out of dozens
the perfect look out of tens or even hundreds
I say: “How can I be expected to keep up?”
They say: “Easy, baby. False lashes, body-editing, and filters with fake-up”
It began with fake it 'til you make it, but the thought got lost in translation
Soon after, we fell deep into fantasy and self-fascination
Oh, hey, didn't you know?
Witchcraft is just a form of manipulation and control
It's captivating
Spellbinding
Hollywood and all the stage(d) stuff
The smoke and the mirrors and the breaking-my-heart stuff
Because it’s not real, and I’d really rather be me
So tell me, how do I escape from this falsified, fabricated, fake reality?
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