It's the public and permanent nature that I so often forget
No thought before I express
To share with more than I know the recesses of my head
Or the drama I tempt
I know I act on impulse now and all I say then forms perceived identity in the terms of what you see most of me and this I can not undo
Fuck me entropy
Shit that lines my mind for all I did not think that I should hide
To voids I now confide these bad impressions amplified
A sad truth, when I'm alone I turn straight to you to reinforce refractions of what we all do
I need something to distract me when there's no one around and you can always keep scrolling down
When did I accept this as a constant?
I guess this is not the platform for oversharers who choose to stay indoors who do not think before
Perhaps it's best to choose to be ignored
Now an unsure self-saboteur
The life outside my mind is just a game
So lets see the many ways I can squirm
And then there's those who see the fool I make but they choose not to speak
The scale I chose for every misstep to bury deep
Well I guess this is just the futures vision
A new feature of the human condition
A callous realm to share suppositions
Project yourself to learn your position
Opt out to be met with suspicion
Privacy is no longer tradition
Nancy drew starts her inquisition
Must find your definition
I am good and bad
And I am bad at that