You’ve given me reason to believe,
That my life is a mess
If even one thing is out of place.
And I’m sorry, but you’re just lying.
Dear Social Media:
I am reduced to a status and 140 characters,
And you tell me my friends are haters.
My life in your hands is made of material things.
And I’m sorry, but you’re #justawasteoftime.
Your voice tells me I’ve got to be 100 pounds,
It tells me I have to run a thousand rounds.
You whisper I need to look like that model.
And I’m sorry, but you need to get a life.