Digital Hunger
by Dawg
Empty fridge but full of likes,
photos filtered through lonely nights.
Crumbs on plates, credit burned,
smile for followers–don’t look concerned.
Scroll to forget the stomach ache,
digital praise for the pain you fake.
Retouched dreams in charity threads,
while eviction waits just up ahead.
Digital hunger, dressed in flash and flair,
we’re starving on screens while pretending we care.
A million views, no dinner served,
the truth gets lost in who’s observed.
We share our wounds to stay relevant–
even pain must pay rent.