Weeks went by since you two talked.
Watching each other’s post/videos or memes on social media.
Feeling a little sad maybe?
A peace of the heart stomped, yet taken possibly?
Yes, love, yes I know it hurts a little...

If we all had as many real loves
To behold
If we all had as many real likes
To behold
If we all had as many real friends
To behold
As social media posts have
Real happiness would overflow

We are paying with our time
We are paying with our money
We even pay with our health
To watch people
Get paid to pretend
To be other people

I want to feel worthy, to be known and understood.
I want to feel relevant, just like every ******, on every socia media platform.

But here i am feeling insignificant along with all the other dreamers.

How to leave out hate
Say less and stand out far more
Carve your words with love

I remember when I knew you.
You were so authentic, so original.
And you didn’t mind being invisible.
Never had desires to be digital.

Now I can’t recognize you.
Never post a picture if the lighting’s wrong.
Adopt whatever trend happens to come along.
Twerking in your ******* to your favorite songs.

I can’t help but wonder
What is it that made you decide to start wearing less?
Who is it that you’re so desperate to impress?
Why you think that showing off your body equals success?
Why are you so obsessed?
What is it you want suppressed?
Always going live.
Always online.
Used to be so reserved, and so in tune
To who you are inside.

Can you confess to me,
Who is it you’re trying to be?