Little girl–chasing popularity, squirming for approval. I see right through you.
Your insecurities are blatant–glaring even. Who are you trying to impress? Your followers? Followers?! Do you really think they give a FUCK about you?
No.
What they came to see is a free show as they churn their meat, scrolling through an endless flesh feed in their available hand.
Exposed vanity–a consequence of her anxiety at being alone with no reassurances, no feedback, no likes, no chatter.
Silence.
She makes social media her life's work, setting her foundation on shifting sands. But vanity rusts artlessly in an air of mediocrity.