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#BirdBox

#Birdbox

                by Amoy

 

I live on your social acceptance of me

You keep my face buried, my eyes blind and my mind occupied

You draw me in, I loose myself, trying to find myself

I can't hear the birds chirp, I can't see the sunrise

You are always here but yet I'm afraid and I’m alone

The happiest people living their "best lives" surrounds me

Telling me to see, telling me I need to be apart of it

Don't you want to be like me?

Live feeds, Status updates

Selfies, likes

Love me, don't scroll without a comment

Live streams, fake news, fake friends

Program-me, I need your feeds

It's not just a movie, it's real life get a clue

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Written by
amoy
35 / F / Toronto
Published
Mar 5, 2018
Lines·Words
16·120
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#socialmedia#facebook#approval#acceptance#fakefriends#birdbox#fakenews
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