Fingers fly across the keys,
Playing a clattering staccato song,
Gazes glued to glowing screens,
A shadows move from short to long.
Pictures scroll before our eyes,
With lines of type below,
How different are the lives described,
Compared to the ones we know.
Online we create an elaborate mask,
Of what we want others to see,
But the person behind the screen,
Is the true you and me.
Nobody’s world is perfect,
Or completely put together,
Nor is it always easy;
Free from life’s stormy weather.
Many have made their identity,
Into a list of numbers,
And all these likes, retweets, and comments,
Have given me cause to wonder.
Why do we care so much,
About what others see us as?
Why do we treat each Internet post,
Like a test we have to pass?
What if we stopped making,
Our Internet selves a lie?
Perhaps our friendships would grow stronger,
It wouldn’t hurt to try.
But in the end it doesn’t
Matter if people like what you post,
Because your affirmation and your worth,
Comes from the One who matters most.