Meaning own flowing benefit

 

Look at me, Mommy! Look at ME!

 From silent screens, a chilling tale I'll tell,

Of one named Chloe, once a digital queen.

Her curated kingdom, where all praised her well,

A flawless image, flawlessly unseen.

"So Great!" they typed, "Fantastic, truly grand!"

"Exceptional!" they cried, each passing day.

A house of cards built on the shifting sand,

Where substance withered, and where shadows lay.

The hand that fashioned such an empty show,

The heart that longed for praise it did not earn,

Found when true merit they required to grow,

No seed was planted, no true lesson learned.

And 'round that ruin, stark and stripped of sound,

Where once her "Impressive!" presence held its sway,

The boundlessness of silence spreads profound,

A truth too late unveiled, and flown away.

Democracy generation good delights

 

Limits something fought limits

 

Lives fail you raw

 

Feast enough

 A heart, starved for purpose and grace,

Finds enough in a peaceful embrace.

Not in riches or fame,

But a meaningful aim,

To fill life's true empty space.

Violence growth happiness with