Imagine (Part 1)

I am torn. I need a hand to pull me up , so I look around but I see no one. I need a shoulder , I am tiered of crying on my pillow, so I look around but see none. I take a deep breath, this time I actually look around , without any intention of finding someone so I realise that this social media on which we are surviving is nothing but a mirage of companionship and fullness. People uploading pictures of themselves on their trips, I see you're happy Madam but I guess you're telling he whole world that there are some people who are not happy as you are. I feel like, when I see some peoples posts on Facebook, I am not as happy as they are. All these sites have become a platform of comparison , be it photography skills or beauty ; everything is compared.
Yesterday one of my friends uploaded a picture of his new Macbook pro, that made me feel like he is telling the entire world that he owns a luxury not all can afford. I am happy his father gifted him one , but was it necessary for his friend list to know that he got a new laptop?
I have 538 friends on Facebook, 231 follow me on Instagram , 134 follow me on Twitter , see me I am everywhere , I have 2456 points on Snapchat but no best friend. My profile picture has got over 150 likes , I go through the likes and find out that I’ve never really connected with any one of them. It’s not something to let go, most of the people who like my pictures, well are the ones I no longer speak to.