Living on borrowed megabytes of happiness

Addicted to showing the world how happy we are

Making our inner child agonise and wither

Begging for attention

While we enjoy luxury and boast

That we are moving forward in life

Farther than other people

Until we get stuck

And the high can’t get us high anymore

And we fall deeper and more painfully each time

We’ve become heavy

With matted loads of smelly sores

We need to revisit and heal

We break down

And everyone gapes in shock

As if we are all not happy sad people

Winniefred F Gbemuotor