Relating to society
Or its organization

Screens too small
World too big

Screaming
At the top of my lungs

All you see
The Capitol letters

My opinions shriek
Like a banshee

I'm a ghost
And so are you

O, Connection!
Fickle Beast!

To be Social
As Social was meant to be

Not these screens
Not these silent screams

**** your opinion
My opinions are fact!

*******, I'm nice!
Sorry, not sorry

I'm so broken
My flaws are fine

But YOU
YOU have no excuse!

**** your Social
**** your thoughts

**** how fast
You block your bridges

You left me
To rot here

With a phone
In my hand