Once you pop you can’t stop,

your device draining you until you drop

like a weed conquering a crop.

You want to stop,

but your feed keeps resetting to the top.

You feel like a braindead zombie

loneliness becoming your new hobby.

You told yourself a few more minutes,

but your brain keeps breaking the limits.

You keep staring

and swearing

and yelling,

your eyes tearing because you’ve stopped caring

for your health.

You are a stone,

inanimate,

sinking.

Your life is impeded by images

showcasing other’s privileges.

You lay like a corpse

saddened with remorse.

Your confidence is like a feather floating in the wind

unable to be pinned.

You hate the way you look, 

so much that glancing in the mirror leaves you shook.

You want to end this lifestyle,

but how can you when you are constantly under trial?

Deep inside you know you can’t stop this cycle

because your device has made you social media’s disciple.