He takes a snap with every bite,
His coffee foam must look just right.
He’ll tilt his head and fix his hair,
Then post “No filter!” – yeah, like fair.
The caption reads: “Just being me.”
She pouts in gowns she doesn’t use,
A filter hides the signs of snooze,
Behind the glam is moldy toast,
But online she’s a wellness ghost.
Ten likes, and she feels royalty.
They pose with meals they never eat,
Then order chips from down the street.
“Living clean,” they hashtag loud,
While drinking soda in a shroud.
It’s sugar with a green-screen glow.
The selfie game’s a daily war,
With ring lights brighter than before.
No longer real, just cropped delight,
With skin so smooth, it’s nearly white.
Their real selves cry off-camera.
And yet we scroll, and like, and cheer,
For filters, lies, and plastic fear.
We chase the perfect lighting zone,
While life walks past, unknown, alone.
All for that shot – pixel throne.
THE SELFIE LIFE
