Muslimah Reflections

every night

I want you to like me.  So I am uploading a photograph onto Facebook.  It doesn’t really look like me.  After hours of editing & posing for the right angle. But, this is my beauty, just an example.  So get liking guys! Admire my “beauty” with your eyes.  The next thing I know; I am making statuses just for show.  Obsessively updating my page.  No one knows what is going on in my head. Backstage. 

Every moment spent thinking of the perfect phrase to post.  Another clever way to boast.  Sometimes, I don't get enough likes.  So I go on Facebook strikes.  I feel kind of low when I don’t get my attention.  It causes hypertension.  My world is centered by how much you like me.  My life meaning is based on those moments of glee. I use social media to flee;  From my deep depressive thoughts & to cover up my spots.  When I could be spending that time healing.  And I could just shake away this feeling.  If only I used that time to develop some talent.  Then perhaps, truly I’d be gallant.