to the girls who

to the girls who all look the same

to the girls with the big white smiles who never think about the little poor ones that walk miles and miles dreaming of having your teeth.

to the girls who are worrying more about how many instagram likes they have rather than how many humans actually like your real hearts and not the fake orange heart that pops up on the bottom left side of your screen. 

to the girls who are tweeting till their fingers bleed just so maybe he will see and maybe you will fall in love and be as happy as she.

to the girls who think they are higher than most because of your posts.

when you look at me do you see me or do you see my follower number do i show up in your brain as a human with a beating heart or do you just think about profile.

as you go to the canyon with your fake friends just to take snaps on the expensive camera that you aren't even grateful your parents gave you and you snap and you snap do you ever think about more to life than outside of that apple phone.

and as you sit on your nice leather couch and listen to your parents judge others with their self righteous attitude as you stare at your phone and watch every orange heart as it pops up again and again and again and with each heart you feel your self esteem get filled more and more by each second with each like.

i feel sorry for you because, you're already dead.