American Screen

You look in your mirror,

And you hate what you see.

But you look at your phone's screen

And you love who you appear to be.

To people that you've never seen

But you think that you know.

Because of what you see, what they choose to show.

How they seem through the glow of the American screen.

And I want to scream

Because people are not who they appear to be

You are not defined by the profile that makes you appear to shine.

But rather,

By who you are on the inside.

But the line that divides what's real and what's not

Is becoming more blurred every day.

And one day who we truly are will completely fade away.

Being replaced by a screen without a face

That will tell us who we are before we even know who we want to be.

And there will be no distinction,

Between us and the screen.