How do I rate?

A little poem I wrote after watching Black Mirror.

Every smile, every tear, every joy, every fear,
I have practiced to endear.
I need your stars, I hunger for your likes,
If I starve, will you thumbs up what I write?
If I bleed, pretend to please, will you feel my need,
for you to 5 star what you read?
Everything I am facing, everything I am chasing,
solely depends on your approval rating.
It is social media that keeps me chained,
never free from the pain
of my desire towards that brief internet fame.
 Now just a hollow shell, my individuality has gone to hell,
I am just what you made me be, flesh made into another meme.