I’m so full from my gourmet Michelin meal.
I’m empty, so empty – it’s how I feel.
I just Instagrammed my new diamond ring.
I feel like common stone commoners merely fling.
These Louis Vuitton shoes fit me so.
I’m incapable of filling shoes: I can’t grow…
Envy the zeros on my bank statement.
My esteem is a zero balance, lower than a basement.
The cost of my Aston could feed starving children in Ethiopia.
At least they are grateful unlike in my Utopia.
The 3 storey mansion has all I could desire,
But this life has extinguished my passion, my fire.
Check out this 5 star luxury resort,
I feel so poor like a forgotten, withering fort.
Stare at my super model boyfriend…
I’ve never felt real love. The end.
My face is modelled against perfection:
This facade hides a cracked complexion.
People are jealous of my picture perfection;
But to me life is my solitary, harsh detention.