Spectrum
Why am I ripping my mind apart
flipping from a like to a heart?
Maybe it should be a care,
How many more reactions are there?
Maybe it’s too much, I should take it off,
Maybe I’m overthinking, I’ll leave it on;
Hair pulling anxiety spiraling
This nonsense is exhausting;
Sitting here watching for an update
A little interaction, I wait and wait
Feeding negativity, like swine to a trough
I need to turn this computer off
Why let this thought play with my mind?
No substance in a digital spectrum,
there is nothing about this that’s real.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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