Likes
Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
are they merely apps, or what I am?
I crave the love, as much as life
I get from all my faves and likes
Am I validated by others thumbs,
their trite largesse, or is it some
much baser instinct that's in play
a need to fill that I can't weigh
A hole inside my tender psyche;
the person that I cannot like
Myself, yes me, the very one
who presses "like" for everyone
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