The world is always begging for my attention For my eyes and for my mind It wants to mold me into something unnatural And make me a foreigner to my own instinct I feel anxiety tighten around me like a stifling rope As my psyche is bombarded by an endless array of digitized stimuli Itβs created as an addiction, and this addiction suffocates Painting illusions that cause a soul-rotting envy But weβre all liars engaging the game Knowing that we are imposters communing from a safe distance Avoidance has become the most deadly form of complacency, It is a dark comfort To not have to experience the unpredictable world within our animal bodies But instead, curate our perfected persona online, And disengage from the body By having the mind incessantly entranced by an onslaught of media.