The television screams at me from the other side of the room.
Reality programs, so far from what I know the world to be.
People wearing hats to hide their inevitable premature baldness.
Thin, blonde women speaking only what is fed to them.
Rough cheeked men
With raspy voices more powerful than many of the leaders in our world today.
Is this how life is supposed to be lived?
False confidence silenced by a six figure sum?
Am I supposed to sing, dance, lose weight, win money,
Repair the damaged lines I've crossed,
Find myself amongst the shit I live in?

They're beautiful, willing creatures that shine even on their bad days.
And behind our small screens, nothing can harm them.
No one knows the meaning of reality,
Because nothing is real any more.