Wake

alone in a crowded room
lost amide the cacophony
of movement and sound
I move cautiously around
as if the space were empty
exploring
the glare and the gloom.

naked underneath my clothes
conscious of imperfections
and accordingly disguised
I try to avert my eyes
from dangerous directions
declining
to appear verbose.

posing as someone fair
my true self hidden behind
a mask of self-assurance
I labor to make sense
of the blind leading the blind
running
this gauntlet of despair.

Social media is: Not therapy. Not friendship. Not CNN. Social media is: Minimum help. Minimum involvement. Minimum interest. Social media is: What it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.