Here's a poem about social media:
In a world of likes and shares, We present our curated wares. A highlight reel of our life, Filtered, posed, without strife.
We scroll and swipe, never still, Constantly seeking validation's thrill. But what of substance do we gain, When all that's left is emptiness and pain?
Our relationships reduced to screens, Emojis and GIFs, the language extreme. Is this what it means to be connected, When real conversations are rejected?
So let us use this tool with care, And not forget to be there, For those who sit beside us, In a world beyond virtual fuss.