Social satire photo

I feel as though it's my needs; I take out my phone and scroll through the feed. All those faces smiling at me; I wish it were my life, indeed. I feel depressed, sad, and lonely, but sharing that would make me seem phony. I create a reel of how I'd truly like to feel. It takes a minute or two; the likes start hailing, but deep inside I know I’m on the path to failing. Even though it should make me happy, it leaves me with scars; this vicious cycle keeps me imprisoned, behind bars.