She floats through life, a Zen adept,
A calm, enlightened soul,
Untouched by what the masses say,
In absolute control.
"I do not care," she tells "the press",
"What strangers on the screen express."
Yet hidden in the glowing dark,
She scrolls the Tumblr feeds,
Consuming every word they type,
To feed her deepest needs.
She searches for the actor name,
And measures out her share of fame.
When bloggers talk about her "peaceful" act,
And point out every fail,
She reads the bitter, biting truth,
That shatters her facade.
Exposed as every shade of fake,
Her zen begins to crack and break.
With trembling hands she flees the site,
To seek a safer space,
And posts upon her "pro" account
To save her wounded face.
A cryptic quote, a staged affair,
Designed to prove how much she doesn't care.
She craves the crowd's adoring roar,
Desiring to be blessed,
But on the blue-themed blogging site,
She simply fails the test.
For Tumblr sees right through the spin—
Where no one loves the drama queen.
