This generation

My generation

The future

We hide behind glowing screens and words with no meaning

Our so called “truth” filtered and edited until we are unrecognizable to ourselves

Why do I like this version of myself better?

I’m more confident

I’m beautiful

I’m handsome

I’m kind

People tell me to die, accuse me of cheating, getting abortions, doing drugs

Online.

In a post.

Two or three.

Now a whole page dedicated to me,

The worst parts of my life

Laid out for the world to see

Not all of it’s true

But that doesn’t matter

That I’m a human being, a member of our race

It’s easier to tell someone the “truth” when you can’t see their face.