Filtered pictures, perfect light,
Nothing looks the same in real life.
Bathroom selfies, mirror pose,
Everybody putting on a show.
Gym rat flex, fish held high,
Designer suits and borrowed lives.
Everybody selling a fantasy,
Nobody saying, “Here’s the real me.”
We’re all scrolling for a spark,
Trying to find a heart in the dark.
Swipe left, swipe right, dopamine parade,
Looking for forever in a masquerade.
Ghost me Monday, text me when you’re bored,
Looking for attention, never something more.
I don’t need perfect, I don’t need wealth,
Just somebody who’s done the work on themselves.
Real beats polished every single time…
I’m looking for a soul, not a highlight.
“CEO.” “Alpha.” “Living my best.”
Still can’t ask me how my day went.
Three-word texts and disappearing acts,
Modern love’s got commitment tax.
Everybody wants to be desired,
Nobody wants to heal the fire.
We’re all swiping past what might be right,
Searching for perfection every night.
Maybe we’re all lonely.
Maybe we’re all scared.
Building polished versions
So nobody sees what’s there.
Validation isn’t love.
Attention isn’t peace.
Healing starts within yourself…
That’s where real love begins.
Swipe left, swipe right, dopamine parade,
Looking for forever in a masquerade.
Ghost me Monday, text me when you’re bored,
Looking for attention, never something more.
I’ll take honesty over filtered light,
A front porch swing on a Friday night.
‘Cause love won’t show up posing for the feed…
It shows up when two healed hearts finally meet