Goodbye Social Media (A POEM)

I used to be a prisoner. No, not with bars you can see. More like I was held captive by how you thought of me.

I craved your approval and attention was my drug. Through social media, various holes I dug. Inventing personas, identities, and traits, hoping to inspire and somehow self re-create.

I didn’t know who I was or where I was going. If I could just keep proving or just keep showing. Announce to the world in a single post that I am so happy and doing the most. Maybe you would believe it. Maybe I would too. It didn’t even matter if my happy was true.

Your opinion of me took center stage. But with each like and comment, I felt further caged. Overwhelmed and not sure where to start, just finally ready to free my bleeding heart.

Okay, I think I got it now. Yup, I’m in the zone. Quick, someone pass me my phone!

Thank you for holding space for me. I know I was kind of a sap. But I feel much better now, after deleting that app.