Ruby picked up her phone,
And clicked on Instagram,
She kept scrolling down through everyone's posts,
And for hours her phone was in her hand.
Ruby saw happy couples,
Smiles on every face,
Picture perfect flawless skin,
Food that looked too good to taste.
Luxuries & mansion houses,
Celebs living great lives,
Models eating salad leaves,
Jeans cinched in at their sides.
Ruby went doomscrolling,
Right down through the reels,
Short video after video,
Purposely addictive,
Cause these companies are hungry for the money, like a meal.

Remember years ago,
When we were young?
Cycling and racing eachother on our bikes with friends out in the warm evening sun,
Waiting for school to be out,
And Friday to come?
Playing games on Windows XP,
Collecting Silly Bandz was fun.
We used to create imaginary worlds,
That was made up in our heads,
And listened to our favourite story,
As we snuggled down in bed,
Every day felt so long,
And a year felt far away,
Watching loads of cartoons, home alone,
But things aren't the same today.
Back then, things were more fun,
And kids acted like kids,
It's like social media has taken away  childhood, like the ones we 2000s kids used to live.
Now instead of making their own fun,
They're watching Tik tok, applying skincare products & foundation!?!
What the hell has happened now,
What's happened to this nation?
It's quite sad when you think about it,
Cause all children should live their childhood,
Because you only get to live it once,
So please don't take it for granted.
Take it from me, at 23,
Don't try to grow up too fast,
Because when you get to a certain age,
You think back & wish that those fun memories & times would last.

God?... They're at it again,
Saying mean things to me,
"Well that doesn't go unnoticed, it's something I can see"
They make fun of my appearance, and laugh at my struggle,
"They shouldn't do that because what's coming to them will be double"
I look down on myself, they make me feel bad,
"You've got potential kid, and you've always had"
Will you answer my prayer please, I need you to listen,
"It's funny cause I even hear you talking to yourself & swearing in the kitchen"
Why do I look like this, I don't like my outfit,
"Get out there & strut your stuff, you look good & don't dare doubt it"
What the hell is wrong with me, I'm not good enough,
"Then why do you think I put you on this earth, you've got a purpose, ya know... Your life & stuff"
What do you mean? I'm always so down,
"You're life is a gift, so please don't you frown"
Really? cause I feel I don't belong,
"I chose to put you here because you are immensely strong"

Social Anxiety,
Doesn't mean that I'm weird,
You don't know me at all,
And I'll make it very clear,
I have many talents,
That you don't even see,
I'm good at many things,
And that's what makes me me.
When I go out,
I get quite overwhelmed,
The panic attacks are awful,
self conciousness turned up to 10,
I get mean looks
everywhere from strangers,
Staring into my face,
Trying to read me like a newspaper.
Getting laughed at isn't nice,
It doesn't help at all,
How would you like to be made feel, So very small?
Calling me awkward,
Making me feel like I'm less,
But wouldn't you act the same out in public,
If your mind was a ****** mess?
Step into my shoes,
And I'll give you what I have,
Is it funny anymore?
Now do you feel very bad?
You were mean to me,
When I was struggling like this,
How does it feel in my shoes,
If the perspective was switched?

I play my guitar,
And strum all the strings,
I've written many songs,
About many different things,
The sound of the chords,
As they are played out,
And the song that I sing,
That comes out of my mouth.
I wrote songs about mental health,
And songs about doubt,
Songs about my dog,
And songs about standing out.
An instrument is a good thing,
A good thing to learn,
Because you express what's inside when you sing,
And get the happiness hormone in return.

Your feelings do matter,
So tell someone whom you can confide,
It's not weak to cry,
And don't bottle it up inside,
The world is also YOUR oyster,
So go out and explore,
And you always do matter,
Now today & before.

Go away depression,
The one that makes me question,
If I'm good enough,
Just checking,
Leaving me always guessing,
Go to therapy,
Another session,
More things I have to mention,
Receiving more direction,
We're not made for perfection.
I am looking for a profession,
To start with some progression,
I'll make a good impression,
And maybe change my perception.