I despise social media.
It's ugly, to state the obvious
Our lives are posted, retweeted, altered, reblogged, perfected, and photoshopped to exactly how we want to be perceived
We have the freedom to be exactly what they want us to be.

It starts with a few edits doesn't it,
pigmented our skin to seem smooth and sun kissed,
that would seem most acceptable right?
Maybe an extra like for the skinnier waist.
More reassurance for brighter colors.
Some more filters will hid the emptiness you feel with your friends
   Another like
Flashier clothing, phones, shoes, cars, other simple words our eyes have latched on to
     Another like
We urge ourselves to portray the life of leisure and effortless beauty, happiness, success,
       Another like
But what are we enjoying?
         Another like
Views of our changing world through a 3 by 8 view.
           Another like
Events pass by swipe
             Another like
and swipe
               Another like

And when we managed to unlock ourselves from this grasp
We always come back
Like flies to light, more like scratches to a scab
Festering we find ourselves getting ****** back in
To an imaginary world, that if destroyed, would have no physical effects on their fictional beings
For without this world, maybe eyes will open
We will step past the boundaries,
and start to love our beings
unfiltered

Love is hard to compare,
Within two things; bear or surrender,
But never said that it's unfair,
That even you don't like me, I don't care.


Should I tell myself to stay?
Or should I better tell myself to go away?
But I don't know what to do anymore,
That I should leave you or better nurture


Thinking of you made my dreams filled,
But ****, you're so fully-skilled,
Making my heart easily race,
Even though that you are in a distant place.

Moreover, why are you so stubborn?
Can't you please let me have my turn?
Which is only staring and playing with you that I am hoping for,
I don't care if it might only today or forevermore.


Although that I had confessed my feelings to you,
Why did you suddenly skew?
When you didn't answer me properly and purely,
That is; if you prefer to be with me.


People are certainly right,
That it is futile to fight,
Because in the end, no one will even stay,
They are just going to leave us in an obnoxious yet painful way.

We are all so vain

We cannot even stitch our own cloth,
Or eat any food that is further than our own lands-
Everything we do has to be in line with everyone else's...
Naked, pail bodies.

As giant astroids plummet towards us-
The skies spiraling with streaks of purple and red;
Colors we've never seen before.

We worry more about running away

Than looking up at the sky.

We cry for our soon demise

But we never once think of it as a new beginning.

We are so absent-minded these days.

trees luxuriate,
dog’s life gets soggy and vain;
isn’t the rain same?