Losing My Faith

When everything around you seems so bleak.
You tweet,
Your innermost depressed thoughts,
Desperately willing anybody to listen.
You want somebody to do you a favour and favourite.
It's not your fault you're not particularly popular,
That you're not in follower fashion.
You see the problem isn't just your lack of v lines,
Or your lack of shaved back and sides.
You try to be kind, have a laugh and fit in,
The trouble is you're unconventional,
Non conformist.
What happens in public is merely a performance,
Street art designed to appease the masses.