On Looksmaxxing

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed By reflections, sharp and taking Refracting faces, retreating Into a dawnless cage.

I saw the best minds of my generation absent, From inner thought, potential and living Unseen and thus, pointless Turned towards the outer.

I saw the best minds of my generation lost, In digital microcosms, preying and calculating Hammers and shots, injecting What will return back to nothing.

I saw the best minds of my generation question, What is a mind? In the world of walking mirrors, Looking upon each other, where there is no inside.