Realty Show

I grew up idolizing this tv show claiming it was realty
My soul was lost whilst impersonating the stars I became a reflection of
trying to find myself instead I lost my morality
Self obsessed, addicted to a world of self indulgence I neglected my intellectual
I prioritized the sexual
to access a life based on the material
Attracting men who only saw me as a commodity
My life is such a tragedy
As I navigate through these highways of life, I've missed the off ramps that lead to an infinite life of possibilities. A different kind of reality
My destiny is based on that show I felt was my realty
In reality I've become a casualty.
To this show I call a reality.

Reviews

[reibirb]

This is such a unique idea for a poem! I love the rhythm of the words, it almost sounds like it could be slam poetry when read out loud. A great take on the "reality" of reality tv, and an excellently made poem!