Our little black boxes
That we carry in our pockets
Ready to dive into the realm created within
Receive the hits of dopamine sending tingles up our skin
We check it all the time
Right when we hear that chime
The addiction remains
They intended to target our brains
We think they are our friends
That is exactly where it ends
Do we control it
Or does it simply outwit
Our needs to go back within
Someone must have wondered where we’ve been
Is it the fear of missing out
The reason we seem to be unable to go without
From putting up our next picture to liking that new post
We are all so engrossed
Living out our fantasies
Displaying whoever we want to be
They can censor what we see
Even when we don’t agree
What started as a way for unity
A place to build community
Instead now what we see
Is a place that can be full of negativity
Division, divisiveness, and disparity
It is not how we hoped it would be
Yet its as if we identify with our kidnapper
We obviously have it all backwards
An increase in depression and anxiety rates will be the outcome
It’s that bad relationship we can’t walk away from
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Misha Kelly
Writer, adventurer, nature lover, student of life
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