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Very Real



I wonder what social media would be 

       if we

       posted all of our lives

         and not just the prettiest 

              and shiniest moments from it . . .



This is all fake, and it's also very real.

        It's a sleight of hand - an illusion.

 It's a mirage and a facade. 

        It's birthdays, vacations, sunsets, celebrations and promotions spun back on a looney loop. 

        Honestly, to me it is selective honesty; a mask; a display; a stage. 



Show me all your flaws.

   Post a yawn

 or a sneeze.

     Post yourself before you shower. 

        Let me smell your bad breath.

            I bet your bathroom or car is a goddamn mess. 

     Tell us all about how you are stressed,

Because I bet,

     Most of us can relate to it. 

        Tell us about how lost you've gotten inside of yourself; and how you no longer feel like who you used to be. 

   And tell us how much of yourself you lost in someone else. 



Be a human, dammit!! Show us your humanity!



And for fucks sake,

    Tell us your real take

On this Western society.

    Tell us what you really see.

Announce who you want to be.

    Don't just post the pretty;

Post the ugly,

   And the sad,

And the controversial 

  Be honest; be real.

Don't be a character in the theater of life.

   Don't agree with everything just to agree.

Be free.

   Be free!

And mostly,

    Don't listen to a guy like me,

 telling you what to do

 and who to be.

Be free!

   Just make sure 

you see things

    clearly.

What you've seen as 'free'

   Might be

The inside of a cage;

    It might be a stage. 



This is all fake


      and it is also very 


           real.


CH 6/17/26

 
 
 

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