I believe this poem expresses great similarity to how being apart of media can feel like:

You’re still here,

in this goddamn forsaken city.

And you’re still walking,

breathing, and living,

no matter how much

it hurts inside.

You’re still you.

You’re still trying fighting,

trying to maintain-

waking up each day

and telling yourself

it’s okay,

because it is.

You’re still recovering.

You’re still realizing your worth-

no matter how many times

you’ve been let down.

YOU’RE STILL HERE, GODDAMN IT !

Young and beautiful.

Full of pain

and full of laughter.

Cold and broken

but never alone.

The struggle is real.

You are real.

What you feel is real.

– STILL HERE

Falling Toward the Moon

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