Final Hook (2)

I’m chasing clout on an empty stomach
living for likes
while my self stays thin
serving pieces of myself
till there’s nothing left within

If attention is a currency
I’m still broke
at the end of the day
all these empty calories of fame
never take the ache away

One day I might log out for good
and let the silence lose my voice
trade the numbers for a quiet room
where nothing needs acclaim

Till then I keep on posting
while my better parts protest
a hungry heart on camera
dressed up as its own guest