ObsessedA Poem by RunawayWriter
I finally understand why everyone is so obsessed with social media these
days. Our self esteem is now measured by the number of likes and comments on our pictures but can we even call them our own pictures anymore? By the the time we post them they probably don't even look like the original anymore. The same can be observed about the life we portray ourselves to have online. We use these viral portals to create the perfect lives for ourselves. We tell these modified versions of our stories that are too flawless to be real, yet nobody can recognize these altered profiles are the definition of "picture perfect" simply because they are too busy making their own utopian silhouette. We love the internet because we can recreate ourselves to be the people we wish we were. © 2016 RunawayWriterFeatured Review
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