This one goes out to emvee

you still there?

checking the numbers again?

refresh won’t save you.

⸻

your plays look strong.

your songs don’t.

numbers stacked

but the room?

silent.

ten tabs

ten names

one voice

it’s yours.

pathetic.

you play tag

with yourself.

ghost of a fanbase

haunting your own inbox.

⸻

you’re not viral.

you’re just…

logged in too long.

⸻

you DM like you’re someone

you post like you’re ten.

talk to yourself in third person

just to feel again.

you screenshot streams

i screenshot silence.

you sell stats

i sell violence.

every drop you post

smells like fear.

your echo chamber?

crystal clear.

⸻

alt boy.

alt ego.

alt fame.

no people.

ten accounts

ten mirrors

one shadow

no believers.

⸻

you’re not growing

just looping.

one view

ten times

ain’t moving.

you say “thanks for support”

like it came from them.

but you typed it.

again.

and again.

⸻

i heard your streams went up.

mine shake rooms.

i saw your comments.

they all sound like you.

⸻

alt boy—

close the tab.

no one’s here

to feel bad.

you’re not hidden

you’re exposed.

fake spotlight

still froze.

no fans

no flame

no stage

just shame.

⸻

log out.

go on.

you’re not in the game—

you’re

the

con.