I notice you like my things
And it's nice....but it's also frustrating
You seem to just like things that relate to me
Dude, do you even read my shit?
I put a lot of thought into everything I share
I don't care for your thumbs up if it means nothing
My posts are vibrant
in need of reflection
but your stagnance of thought is ugly to me
It brings out the ugly IN me
And I continue to wonder why
I should even exist on social media
if I cannot get a simple thought across
when the screen you read are pictures
and the thoughts you say are about pictures
Do you only see the world in what is mainstreamly beautiful?
My body, my face is only a segment of my existance
Don't you validate me in a "look"
I'm a book
and you're a lurker
and I'm.... disgusted
in so many ways
There's no happy ending in that.