The FBI agent in my many cameras

has been assigned to watch my demise.

Almost 20 and in love with the camera,

experiencing more lows than highs.

I am almost not a teenager anymore.

Are you sure? Are you sure?

Can I handle the responsibility?

No fragility? Just civility?

An ad pops up for tissues,

Help from my agent I will not refuse.

Oh thank you, agent, whoever.

I could not imagine better!

But my student loan debt starts at 35k

Will I be ok? Will I be ok?

Maybe my hair needs a trim?

then pops another ad from him,

one for clothes and makeup I almost pressed.

Does he know best? Does he know best?

then another needless ad but I have patience

…I still have great love for my agent

But the ad that makes me not breathe

Is the one flashing BANKRUPTCY.

I furrow my brow (that was so mean).

The gestures I made were obscene

so, I turn off this screen that screen last screen

and I go get this dream that dream my dream