I have 422 friends, yet I am lonely.
I speak to all of them everyday,
Yet none of them really know me.

The problem I have sits in the spaces between,
Looking into their eyes, or at a name on a screen.

I took a step back, and opened my eyes,
I looked around, and then realised
That this media we call social, is anything but
When we open [bad word]  and it’s our doors we shut.

All this technology we have, it’s just an illusion,
 [bad word] [bad word]  a sense of inclusion
Yet when you step away from this device of delusion,
You awaken to see, a world of confusion.

world where we’re slaves to the technology we mastered,
Where our information gets sold by some rich greedy [bad word] 
world of self-interest, self-image, self-promotion,
Where we share all our best bits, but leave out the emotion.

We are at our most happy with an experience we share,
But is it the same if no one is there.