Social Media
We walk around faceless, nameless
doing whatever we want, shameless.
Nothing ever changes
140 characters to spark outrages
Can’t flip pages online
but we can sure as hell
act like we’re “trying”
to make the world a little less colder
but everyone’s judging
over one another’s shoulders
Boast and repost
everyone’s at each other’s throats
but who really cares the most?
We’re all behind screens
nobody knows what anyone means
relationships bursting at seams
families torn apart.
Is the best interest
really in our heart of hearts?
Keyboards fueling fires
that didn’t need to burn
when the **** will we learn
to let it all be
and be the best version
of ourselves the world really needs?
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