I live in a strange age;
falling into depression
is easier than falling in love.

My face is far from photogenic,
but you would never guess
that I am fatter in real life.

I examine myself through a filter
that makes everyone look beautiful
but I have never felt uglier.

All of my friends are a click away
and I speak to them all at once
yet see none of them.

I can buy anything I desire
with money that doesn’t exist
but how do I make myself exist?