I remember back to my teenage years, the days were friendlier then.
I remember back to my teenage years, the days were friendlier then. We would hang out at the park and chat about everything as we sat upon the fence. I have those happy memories of a time long ago when you were not so self-absorbed in your social media world.
Why must I struggle to cope with all this change, my friend?
Why must I struggle to cope with all this change, my friend? You have no time to talk to me and your news and chaos now taunts me around every bend. Causing me to fight and fend for myself internally.
Why must I put on my happy face?
Why must I put on my happy face? When I am troubled inside because of your maliciousness, yet I know happiness is my place. There is no space for sadness here externally.
Why must I yield as I sit back and pretend?
Why must I yield as I sit back and pretend? I think you are my friend? I will myself to be brave as I do not wish to offend. My sorrows will remain within me as I mend what is now broken inside me.
But... Why must I fit into your fucked up Facebook society?
But... Why must I fit into your fucked up Facebook society? Why must I be your sort of normal and try to think rationally? Because clearly normal, my status says that I am not...
I come from a distant memory that you seem to have now forgotten. I am just a number, a statistic to you now and a friend I am not. Why can't I disappear from your life? Stop this rot and just leave me be.
I will remain unique and undefined in my own way. So why must I stay and endure your poison and these social media woes? UNFRIEND AND BLOCK.