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
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