Cyber Echoes

The glowing screen illuminates the night,

A curated world of false delight.

We scroll through lives of perfect grace,

And hide behind a digital face.

The double taps become our breath,

Where validation fights with death.

We count the likes to feel alive,

On shallow praise, we try to thrive.

But filtered smiles mask deeper pain,

An endless loop inside the brain.

The silent comparisons start to grow,

Anxiety rises, steady and slow.

Isolated in a crowded room,

The endless scroll feeds our gloom.

We seek connection in a ghost machine,

Lost in the spaces in between.