Social Media
The silver screenlights up
as you put a heart on someones face
or as you touch their name
and see that their life is great,
and as a tear roll downs your face
you secretly wish you were with them
but you more secretly wish you were them.
As you take the bottle off the dresser
and pour the sickly sweet purple liquid into your mouth
and as you lay your head on the pillow
and close your eyes
so you can be in a better place
than they are
This poem is about:
Me
My country
Our world