Snap, snap, snap.

Filter out the sadness.
Love me, adore me
Feed me.
When the thrill is gone
I am still missing life.
It's not a problem
just trying to get
the right one.
Bleeding pigments of pink.
Society pushing,
am I too fat.
Portraits of hate
feeding tyranny.
Nostalgic filter
and the potency of
myth is addictive.
How to hide my soul
when I am king.
I can stop

Snap, snap, snap.