I see you going through a networking site
I somehow catch the waves of your plight
As you ponder –
“Is their life a bit too bright?”
“Or is mine just, not quite right? ”
“Why are my finances always so tight?”
“And how come, everyone seems to be in a constant state of delight?”
What’s the big deal?
I want to scream
When you sadly draw my attention to the numerous “Thumbs up” on a page
It really doesn’t mean anything
I mean – “Whom do you want to upstage? ”
Do people really genuinely feel?
I have to wonder
When they shout and scream in happiness.
True. I wish them no bitterness.
But then, does everyone have to know?
Many times I am embarrassed, but I go along with the flow
All you excited shutterbugs ,if I may kindly appeal?
Ugh… pictures of your every meal?
A photo of your broken spiked heel?
A selfie at the driving wheel?
Please-oh-please – let not every aspect of your life be revealed!
Sometimes I am so tired of this Spiel
Where your real life is concealed
And I get to watch just the highlight reel.
Yes I do admit.
Sometimes I do wonder and sigh ” Why is my life such an ordeal?”
I’m confused. I think. I decide.
I don’t want no one to give me my pride.
I mean – I’ve worked hard. I’ve cried. I have truly, truly tried.
And many an illogical thing, have I taken in my stride.
But somehow I don’t want it on display.
“Why do you always keep to yourself? ” – I hear you say
Maybe I am scared, my peace it may steal
Or maybe I am cautious, it may end up my Achilles’ Heel
I am sorry. I will continue to be slow.
It’s really not because of my ego.
What I really don’t want to forego.
Is my happiness in watching me grow!