Sun-Drenched and Air-brushed

About how our fears and lack of confidence causes us to edit our lives via social media

I've built myself a castle

Surrounded by words and fire-walled fences

Pictures drenched in sunlight

Even as the air turns cold

I geared my personality towards vague philosophy

And they'll call me beautiful and visionary

I'll encase myself in confidence

And denounce the malicious as simply jealous

Writer of adolescent proverbs

But we don't all get what we deserve

I'll unveil sun-drenched, airbrushed perfection 

Misplaced vanity spreads like an infection

Communicate with me through false imagery

Message something meaningless

Disguised as poetry

And I'm running out of words to say

I'll steal from saints and sinners

Words never meant for the mundane

All of our media, makes us scared of reality

We've edited ourselves out of existence

All fears buried and changed, draining our sanity

Everybody's looking, but we refuse to listen