Do you think you know her at all?
Looking at her profile or Facebook wall
Do you think you like the girl you see?
Her smile, her grace, do you really see me?
Her photos are happy
Her life seems great
You think you can love this girl
You wouldn’t hesitate
But you don’t seem to realise
that you’re playing with loaded dice
You only see the sixes
From your place in cyberspace
Could you love the girl who sometimes gets jealous
Or can hold anger in her heart and deny forgiveness
Who cancels plans often because her heart is not in it
And hides from the world because she just doesn’t ‘feel like it’
What about the girl who drools on her pillow?
Or is indecisive and childish when time is critical
And sometimes she just cries because life gets her down
Or laughs uncontrollably for no reason at all?
Would you love her even when she’s irrational
And see the cracks and the tears
When she screams or hurts others
Would you be willing her inner demons to bear?
Could you take on more of the bad than you could of the good?
Be willing to reach past the digital screen you now see
which glosses over lifes’ strifes and what may have to be endured
And admit that this girl may not actually exist as you think her to be…
Not that her happiness or friendliness or smile is untrue
But that there lies more beneath what meets the eye
Can you admit that you are as guilty as I? For believing this lie..
This lie unintentionally created by what is posted on social media each day:
That I am only worth being loved when you click away
‘Liking’ or ‘Loving’ my pictures, my statuses, my posts, how I feel or what I think
Have you tried to colour me in the way you want like in a picture book?
Shading me purple and green when I’m red and burnt
When you find one flaw, no matter how common it may be
You crumple the picture of me and throw it away like it didn’t have any worth
Because you see:
You thought you really knew me
Through my Facebook wall and tight lipped smiles
But actually you never did, what you saw was something you made up
Something that requires no effort on your part
A girl, on a wall, begging to be let out …