Who am I?

A world destroyed by fear of greatness,
A world so self indulgent it makes you sick,
Money, pride, judgement of ones inner soul,
From a picture on the screen.

If I tell you my story and you read it,
Then do you know me?
Do you know how it feels to walk in my shoes?
Do you know everything I like and don’t?

The pictures on the wall promoting sex,
The music on the radio speaking hate,
The nobodies on TV, masquerading weariness.
The very act of ones life played out for all to see.

Everything ends up as a simulation,
Until reality, originality has vanished,
Repeating our lives over and over,
Until all that’s left is an endless circle.