Facebook has its uses but more often than not leaves me feeling dissatisfied with my lot.
I wrote these lines to explain why.

SCREEN STARING

plastic peopleAirbrushed timelines.
Glossy lives,
Sweet as magazines.

I scan the profile updates
of people I’d like to know
who already seem complete
without me.

See them having
flawless fun in closed groups
or perfectly poised in selfies.

In my room,
alone
with no good news to share
I stare at the screen
at smiling faces
not like mine.

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