A parasite calls you
Dare you resist it's tempting, glowing light?
Of course you don’t.
Why would you?
You scroll through as it ***** your mind
Telling you what to believe
What to say
What to do.
Ridding you of opinion
Of individuality.
Spoon-feeding you ideas
And making you think you came up with them on your own.
Making you think it's there for your own good and entertainment.
An ever-growing infection, it is.
Each time you itch it, it enlarges.
And then it begs to be scratched once more.
Of course, you do.
Again.
Again.
Again.
The cycle never ends.
And no one has any intention of stopping it.
Because we are all infected by the parasite.