A Poem | The Me in Media

Sucked in. Spit out.
Facebook. Blogs. Instagram.
The social is meant to be social. Other people social. True.
But when I look. I am alone.
At a stoplight. Walking home. Waiting in line. On my couch.
How social is this?

The feed is chronic and enticing.
The people. The pets. The vacations. The views.
The brunching in cute cafes.
The engagements. The weddings. The anniversaries. The babies.
The where I went. The who I saw. The what I did. I soak up this feed.
But what is it feeding me?

I am what I do. I am who I see. I am where I go.
I am Cool.
Stylish. Sophisticated.
Experienced. Exciting.
But really.
Aren't I just Consumed?

Passive passivity.
Comparing comparison.
Judgmental judging.
Envious envy.
This is not who I want to be.
Can I stop?

#CanYou?

-SJW