Monica

Monica watches the world through her iPhone screen
Visions of opportunities and what might have been
Addicted to what others say
To how they seem to work and play
Electronic stories of high life and fast machines

Monica imagines herself in lights
Shining days and glittering nights
Dreams of being part of that fiction
Blinded by its pure addiction

She stares at the mirror with jaded eyes
If the world can be beautiful, so should I
But she isn't part of that fantasy
She can't confront reality

Monica lives her life full of longing and hope
But her fragile soul can't balance itself on the tightrope
Reality unable to align
With the visions that she sees online
Fictional tales send her down a slippery slope

Monica worships impossible dreams
Wild excitement and extremes
Sitting alone in her darkened room
She longs to escape her inner gloom

Monica looks out the window as the world goes by
Feels she'll never join it, not good enough to even try
Worshipping online stars
Thinks that's how people really are
Can't compete with the fiction, images and lies

Messages flash up onto her screen
She can't look away until they're seen
Online posts that demand attention
Glittering words of pure invention

Monica, can't you see
What you read's not reality
Clever words all designed
To get inside your mind

(Read me, read me)
(Read me, read me)
(Read me, read me)
(Read me, read me)
(Read me, read me)
(Read me, read me)
(Read me, read me)
(Read me, read me)

Monica imagines herself in lights
Shining days and glittering nights
Dreams of being part of that fiction
Blinded by its pure addiction



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