Sixteen days of social media silence
Of Wondering if I still belong Who am I kidding
This isn’t 2008, it’s not even 2015 Click, Click, Click Scrolling through the same sentences of ego
and self-loathing Can I be honest?
If this were to all end tomorrow, I’d feel relieved
Blissful, unwavering relief No more faceless strangers to appease
No PC warriors to avoid on worn digital streets Let’s get petty
Let’s be unnecessary We’ve got nothing left to sell but every private
thought, our sexualities, our pain I’ve eaten every type of candy
Choked on fake laughter Edited friendships Attention, boredom, you can say it
It changes things, people, ideas Is there nothing left but re-mortgaged dreams
and stale failures? Sixteen days of silence Only sixteen.