It's weird how we're desensitized, bow down to the Internet,
If social life is nicotine, I guess my phone's a cigarette,
It's awkward how online people become sinister silhouettes,
Yet talking to these people is like serving sadness in vinaigrette.
Outside of technology, the birds are doing all the tweeting,
This sure ain't biology, but in real life I'm always sleeping,
Encounter other people, I can't help but go straight to sneaking,
I'd hide under a steeple, except the loneliness is worse than bleeding.
Why are people always scared of acting as they are?
Instead we hide, we plan, devise, we flash our fancy cars,
But out there on the Internet, we always act like stars,
I honestly can't tell you why, and so I write these bars.
Understand that life gets rough and loving can be difficult,
It's hard to keep up with the pace when Internet is unpredictable,
Media lets the cat out of the bag, secrets are vincable,
But even if you can't stand someone else, why make it visible?
YOU ARE READING
Yours Truly, Me.
Poetry" I can lie just like they tell me, or I can break this crazy spell/ I can fake my way to heaven, or take my sorry ass to hell, " -Yours Truly, Me.
