A dash,
Filled with people calling themselves trash,
Wearing it just as they would a badge,
Others taking pride,
In things that they usually hide,
Someone on a scale,
Another talking about some band with the word veil,
Focusing on how pale someone may seem,
If those two are friends,
If they could be more,
What exactly that person wore,
All these people,
Humans behind screens,
Sharing pieces of themselves through any means,
Streams,
Long posts,
Talking about something someone else did,
And everything in between,
All following in a line,
Lengths of scrolling through lives,
Words like knives,
Painful in the good and bad ways,
Quietly begging others to stay,
Watching as music makes people sway,
Letting them throw their hearts away,
For everyone to see,
Then there is me,
Half wanting to be hidden in a tree,
From both society,
And the world in general,
Yet that is what my media is for.
Getting me away.