Pardon all my excuses,
I know they'll always be there.
such a scenic for having all
of my heroes fall to an early death.

Following people that don't follow me back,
my social dilemma is,
Sending out pictures trying
to make out trends.
But I'm really so tired of following people who aren't even my friends.

Likes I get, feel less appealing
to the hearts you most likely break.
Even for Heaven's sake,
my eyes stuck on screens even after I go to bed.

I could type out all my feelings,
but fail to say them face to face.
Questioning how you might to react
before where even in the same place.
I've loaded myself with shots to the head,
with all of my thoughts playing Russian roulette.

What more do people actually
expect of me,
Carrying the smile of a camera lens,
without a saved filter of glee.
Taking tiny snippets of me,
a lonely example.
Through all the stories,
wishing to switch my own channel.
But that's just a sample,
for me to believe I don't really matter.

So to caption this,
saved to my feed.
Holding breath on people's views
of all you do, you might not breathe.
Maybe one day I'll blow up,
but I know that fame won't be a breeze.

Just asking you please,
help out a fellow on his social dilemma.
Speaking to people is holding
up the highest of pressure.
Trying to post my life to something
beautiful and better,
Slowly believing my accumulated fame is lasting forever.

Still why isn't the world doing me any better,
when I'm feeling this social dilemma.