Losing precious sleep over my social network feed,
And whether everything I've said is true to what they read.
I should worry more about how it's affecting me,
Why do I give a fuck about the internet police?
We live and breathe through tapping electronic screens,
When did the fiction become real?
Profiles playing judge and jury, executing me,
Never knowing how I really feel.
No one liked my status, now I'm lonely and afraid,
Was it disrespectful? Was I advertising hate?
Eyes are burning up, I've been refreshing this for days,
Follow me, I'm desperate, maybe Twitter is the way.
Social lives different to what you read,
Emptied out, nothing but tumble weeds.
Request. Confirm. Ignore. Until your eyes turn square,
In a web of bullshit, boredom and despair.
FUCK!
