Gray light streams through the pane,

Stories vanish like the rain.

In the mirror — it’s me I see,

But who’s the one standing with me?

Likes can soothe the ache,

But only for a fleeting break.

Every post — a masked role,

Where I’m not fully whole.

Hundreds of eyes stare at the screen —

Yet no one sees what I mean.

My laughter in stories — a clever disguise,

Every day I lose myself inside.

Girl from the screen,

Dancing in a void unseen.

Heart made of cardboard,

Yet the rhythm lives in me, untorn.

The world pulses with neon light,

But I don’t burn, I’m out of sight.

I’m just searching — can’t you see?

Where it is that I can be free.

Girl from the screen,

Dancing in a void unseen.

Heart made of cardboard,

Yet the rhythm lives in me, untorn.

Gray light streams through the pane,

Stories vanish like the rain.

In the mirror — it’s me I see,

But who’s the one standing with me?