Social Media

I remember when following used to be creepy
Before human interaction started getting made cheaply
Unfollowed by some people that I didn’t like anyways
But something in my brain couldn’t help but wonder why they didn’t stay
What did it matter?
Why did I care?
If it weren’t for the screen
I wouldn’t have to see them anywhere
Staying “connected” isn’t always positive
Feeling knocked down by someone across the country
More often than not it’s why I didn’t want to live
Why did I care so much about who did or didn’t love me?
Sure all the “likes” can give one a good feeling
Like a good thief creating a diversion when they’re stealing

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have used the social media for my writing for almost 15 years. I do like the flexibility of the internet. I have create long time friends. Other writers and poets been connected since I used the MySpace. I have bought many books from writer's friends. I liked your thoughts. I tell the young folks. Don't get personal with strangers. Exchanging words and thoughts are cool. Never share important personal information. Thank you E.J. for sharing your words and thoughts.
Coyote