The lies
The fake
The real
The hate
No one wants my art they only want my face
I hope it’s just my face
I have a face I put on and take off before bed
I feel like im a different person
Then the one in my head
I post so much and get 2 likes on my poetry
Which is my life
I then post my life story
Which is falling apart
And the likes come pouring in
People must love my misery
My birth trauma resurfaces every time i breathe
I try not to run from it because people are born every day
I get anxiety
From all the news
Unfollow people for hours, but that doesn’t help the views
I believe people were never created to know all the hurt in the world at once
It destroys our nervous systems
We were designed to take care of our families and communites
I delete my apps until I’m down to none
I hate social media
M.A.P
©️ 2023

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