Anti-Social

Anti-Social

Who are we? If not what we post on social.

Our dreams and fears, wrapped into one.

The angles, the flash. Everything to show those

who we never met, how life is

beyond a screen. Is it our fault technology became so addicting?

or phones replaced the apple that was once given to us in the garden.

How does the metal tastes as it drips down your mouth?

Is it as sweet as the chocolate you ate as a child?

Do the hateful comments bring you the same joy your parents did

When they said they loved you?

Or does it take little hearts to show you what your worth?

If there is a god, I pray

Not to Jesus, buddha, or even Yahweh

But to the child staring at their screen

Living a lie, and caught in a dream

Forgive us, when death becomes serene