Slowly I kill myself. . . well you know with reality tv

Hi there, I really like this poem. I do agree with all your points and the poem has a a meaning to it, also I can feel the frustration of the poet towards this society that doesn't have nothing left but silly reality TV shows which reduce them into not being able to live their lives due to their being assorted to much into futile programs.
Good work, keep it up!

This was so much fun to read. I loved it! I think you did a wonderful job with this. Keep writing!

I loved it, i agree with you with every word

Really, really deep. I loved it.
Just a few things.

And the winner is . . .
Really, who cares?
Force-fed views from
the judges in their chairs.

Reality TV, so what.
Poisoning the public with
polluted messages
and conformist ideals.

The week's news consists -Or 'this week's news.."
of who has left and who is still in.
Does real news not matter anymore?
or does it just have a back seat in society.

Silly little contestant's,
the put their "fragile hearts"
on the line, just to be told they
are not good enough,

But who are they to judge?

We all seem to be walking along
the same slippery slope,
yet,others think they have a higher right
so reach higher, through reality TV.- the black bold part i just don't get. Did you mean, so THEY reach higher, or something else?
Where some are given a hand
to help them up, only to
find it ripped away at the last,
second.

They are all mannequins of
a different kind, who crave approval
from the highest power.
Not for me-thanks.

It feels like I am
Slowly killing myself.
I think you should switch these two lines. It sounds a whole lot better ( in relation to the last line)
Dying inside,
Well you know-with reality TV.

I loved this one (: I really enjoyed reading this so much! The details and the whole meaning is great!