'How many likes does my life get? A question we ask ourselves On a daily base The youth of today is obsessed with numbers From followers till likes Posting pictures and captions We do everything for the perfect image Bad days can't be shared and Smiles are obligated on every human photo Hiding behind filters and frames Friends are made but they aren't always real but Long distance relationships are made and Forever friendships are hold on to through the phone
It seems to be a bad thing When we are on our phones in public situations but Maybe the question needs to be asked Why are we on our phones? The change internet caused is big Where one world opened, another closed
Some people are getting anxious with the idea Of doing nothing while waiting They get nervous of just standing there Questioning theirselves what other people might think about them So they scroll through their social media Looking busy with something important To just not get the spotlight in the darken crowd
Our thumb has made more miles Then our feet already did Comparing each with one another Who looks prettier, who has the greatest life Isn't it all a lie Why are we doing this Don't we know then that Pictures never tell the whole story
Some of others are locked in the real world Strangers on the internet can be our bestfriends too because Not knowing each other is sometimes better Than knowing them too well
Mental states and diseases are hidden From crying till screaming Emotions are locked away Just to keep the social flow going Life is like photograpy We develop from the negatives Judgements are so present Opinions already there
Where did we learn to judge One anothers bodies like this Who was it that thaught us That it's okay to be this mean I mean, this is a hard world
In a group of people While everyone is on their phone Where is the connection Why did we went so far What makes the real word so hard That we so often need to escape People become sick of lying Tired of trying to pretend That they are alright The pressure of being good enough Of always being available Is so hard, too hard maybe Can't we just shut it off sometimes?
And whenever you think that you are not good enough That the pressure is too much I am going to tell you a secret You don't have to believe Every single thought That pops up in your head Instead, make your own story Because it will be a bestseller