The subconscious farming for validation
People adore me but it feels hollow
In the same nanosecond I see
my existence praised and diminished
comradere and punishment for things
I can't possibly control
For every message of sympathy and care
another shot of gasoline fueling the flames
No one is good at anything but the best at everything
It feels like pissing up a rope in a rainstorm
losing track of what is real and what is imaginary heartache
Divisive rhetoric blurring lines and turning us against ourselves
Part of me wants to soldier on
letting someone, anyone know they aren't alone
Is digital stimulus worth martyrdom
would anyone notice if it was
