This unfiltered piece pulls back the curtain on curated timelines and borrowed joy, calling out fake smiles, staged lifestyles, and the quiet chaos hiding off-camera. Through sharp, honest lines, it reminds you that life moves in seasons, that not everything “perfect” you see is real, and that your real work is loving yourself through the mess. Read on if you’ve ever felt behind, less than, or lied to by the feed; this poem was written to bring you back to you.
first of all
everybody ain’t happy
sadly
but life comes in seasons
gladly
all those posts you see
ain’t true
these people lying to you
fake bags, fake smiles
so traffic can drive
but hell is hotter on the inside
than out
beauty is not always surface level
as we are drawn to
the inside and when others ain’t looking
so if you heated and cooking
watching people post their lives
they got roaches
and i know this
don’t neglect loving you
time heals wounds
and shall heal you
work on you
and your reality
so pay attention to your feels
stop comparing highlight reels
you will be much happier than most
jixi fox 🦊
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