A tyrannical itch
That is never satisfied
The skin, broken
Smudges of blood
The rugged epidermis
Swelling.
A need that isn't supposed to be there
A soul-crushing phantom
An obsession with the computer screen
For the likes, the applause
For significance.
Like a drug-induced falsity
False euphoria
The itch grows unbearable
But mind-numbingly pleasant.
Such is the nature of attention-seeking
And toxic social media.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 9:15 PM UTC
A tyrannical itch
That is never satisfied
The skin, broken
Smudges of blood
The rugged epidermis
Swelling.
A need that isn't supposed to be there
A soul-crushing phantom
An obsession with the computer screen
For the likes, the applause
For significance.
Like a drug-induced falsity
False euphoria
The itch grows unbearable
But mind-numbingly pleasant.
Such is the nature of attention-seeking
And toxic social media.
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