Who built those eyes

That tell me lies

From the superficial POV

Of your digital lens

Which clicks likes

Like batting lashes

Blush faced emojis

Replace blood flushed faces

You binge on

Biased realities

truths washed away by filters

Characters in one hundred and forty

Escaping the empathy that your missing

For your own sorrows,

Loss, hopes of tomorrows

With a voice

Hiding behind the radiated screen,

Hallowed out

Because you are dying to be heard,

By the artificial persona,

That social media gave you.



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