Everyone’s a Newspaper

Everyone’s a newspaper, sharing their life,
Writing their stories in black and white.
But the pages are torn, and the ink runs dry,
It’s a scrapbook of moments that feel like lies.

Everyone’s a publisher, posting their face,
Everyone’s a critic in Twitter’s embrace.
Everyone’s an actor on TikTok’s stage,
Everyone’s a photographer, curating their page.

And everyone’s a judge, so sharp, so cruel,
Fighting their battles with digital tools.
The words cut deep, but they fade so fast,
A fire that burns but will never last.

Everyone’s headlines scream for a like,
Everyone’s tweets are sharp as a spike.
Everyone dances for fleeting applause,
Everyone filters life’s ordinary flaws.

Everyone’s an actor, chasing the view,
Dancing for strangers, they’ll never pursue.
The laughter’s loud, but it dwindles away,
Another performance for another day.

Everyone could connect but chooses to fight,
Everyone could shine, but instead, dim the light.
Everyone exposes but buries the core,
Everyone’s moments are staged and ignored.

And everyone’s a photographer, painting the glow,
Framing the sunsets, they’ll never know.
A perfect illusion, a perfect disguise,
Living for likes but not for their lives.

Everyone records the scroll of despair,
Everyone’s a challenger who doesn’t care.
Everyone’s windows are perfectly framed,
Everyone’s chasing to be Instagram-famed.

So, scroll through the noise, through the ache, the pain,
A million connections, but it’s all in vain.
The truth gets lost in the shimmering screen,
And nobody notices what it all means.