I watch as you peddle perfect.
I start to compare.
Then I realize it is propaganda,
And that everyone’s life is not fair.
I watch as you peddle perfect.
Spotless and in place,
A fantasy for every woman,
A performance stage.
I watch as you peddle perfect.
I smile because I know.
Contentment reigns supreme,
And life is not a constant show.
I watch as I peddle perfect.
How was I not aware I do the same?
And so does he and so does she,
Unaware that we even started playing this game.
I watch as everyone peddles perfect.
I scroll and see what only family albums should hold,
I never talk to you,
But I watch your children grow old.
I watch as we all peddle perfect.
I scroll as I recall,
We all fell victim to this process,
When the internet became the mall.
I watch as the world peddles perfect.
100s of others photos to sift a day,
I can barely keep up with my life,
As I reflect I suspire, “How did we end up this way?”
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