Facebook
Facebook is a wicked but wonderful world,
like a house built out of glass.
I let my thoughts and emotions unfurl,
to any who comes scrolling past.
I cry out to those passers-by,
not knowing if they hear my plea.
But still I know that I must try,
to get someone to stop and love me.
Will you be the one to share me with your friends,
hurry, my time in the newsfeed fades fast.
Or will you be the one that does not hit send,
and just keeps scrolling on past.
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