When authenticity becomes an aesthetic

Authenticity has lost its meaning,

Like a doll repeatedly dragged in the mud

Until it becomes unrecognizable,

Privacy becomes a luxury

It becomes an aesthetic

That everyone craves to have

Like the newest product release

Authenticity cannot exist

On a platform that forces you

To perform or filter yourself,

Authenticity is actually found

In the private moments off screen

Where no one is watching

And your mind isn't aware of judgement from others

It's easy to pretend you are being real,

To share your whole life story

So people don't feel alone,

But the shadow looks over your shoulder

Whispering to keep going,

To keep sharing your privacy for validation

To erase the boundaries

And make your whole life a production

For the world to see and to imitate,

But the disconnect has become too strong,

And the discomfort starts to feel like you're choking on stale air

And your soul desires the silence,

The privacy to feel seen,

To come across genuine joy

The doorway to our life force