WE

We are the broken people

The forgotten, unloved ones

Living or just going through each day

Surviving every Monday

We are the liars and cheaters

The fat, the ugly ones

Hiding behind the masks we've created

Armor of words shielding egos we've inflated

We are the haters and trolls

The angry, the addicted ones

We never sleep, always online

Convinced as fuck, everything is fine

We are the curious non believers 

Screaming questions into the void

We have no faith, we can't trust

Our attention you better avoid

We are the lost and shameless

Blinded by ignorance and empathy

We are among you, glued to screens

Slaves to dopamine and our dying dreams

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i miss writing poems.