Who am I? A simple question indeed

A monster or a human good deed?

If you go through my social media

you could catch visual chlamydia

I'm portrayed as a party machine 

a teen bound to weed and lean 

the bottle is my only lover 

and there are no feelings to uncover 

but little do people know the real boy

the young man behind the screen 

the miniature adult who possesses dreams 

who uses the potions as an escape 

who only only wishes to hold a social cape

I only crave attention or twitter mentions 

because I don't fit into the dimensions 

people align for ascension 

I just want to be me drug free 

people love you sober, why can't they love me?

I love painting, music, movies, and clothes 

but we can't bond unless there's powder in my nose

all the feeds and scrolls love to show 

Instagram loves when my eyes rolling slow

I'm normal, the photos don't do me justice 

meet me when I'm alive and I'll I'm not bloodless.

I'm normal teenage boy beyond the fliters

it's just that society gets me off kilter

the pictures show a side of me 

I hope my children never see

but because the way the world works

only I know the true me