Mum always tell me
” Keep Facebook with you dear”
For in there are your friends
Your life, Your dreams, your world.
And so I began piling
Photos, words, so dear
Hoping there will be a “liked”
From friends whom i called my world
Desperate I became,
When recognition and self-worth yield
I live for Facebook and the likes of the world
Take it down, my voice screamed
Tear it down, oh dear
For you are more
More than what Facebook said you were.