In the palm of our hands, a world unfolds, A vast and endless scroll, stories untold. We stare and scroll, and like, and share, But what is the cost, of this constant stare? We compare our lives, to perfect feeds, Perfect bodies, perfect love, perfect deeds. But reality is different, it's flawed and true, And the more we compare, the more we feel blue. We lose touch with reality, And our thoughts spiral into negativity. Our self-worth, it crumbles and falls, As we strive for likes, and v...