NaPoWriMo – Day 16

Let us compare our scars like trophies
but only the pretty ones,
the ones that bleed in symmetry.
Let us envy joy once it is edited
and call it inspiration,
then whisper our mockery
just loud enough to feel better.

Let us tear down those who made it
so we do not feel so small.
Let us wear our wounds like medals,
tilted toward the light,
framed in a caption that says just enough.

Let us auction our ache
to the highest bidder in hearts.
Let us gorge on attention
and starve for affection.
Let us forget the comfort of silence.

Let us scroll past the wreckage
we quietly created.
Let us forget we were human
before we became content.

Let us drown in the noise
and call it connection.
Let us.