At first Facebook was really fun.
Got in touch with people from my past.
Pictures and stories were shared by all.
It was shocking how long this would last.
Every single day I read and wrote posts.
Before I knew it, my real life faded.
Because I was engrossed in everyone’s boasts.
Words and pictures flooded my site.
From friends and ads and ME,
I suddenly felt quite overwhelmed,
And I dearly desired to be free.
With trepidation I returned to my life.
Would my friends here in town remember me?
Would my husband remember his wife?
There was so much time now for me to spend.
I found myself reaching out to people,
I have discovered some great new friends.
But it is important for us to see.
Facebook isn’t our real time life.
Because life shouldn’t BE all about ME!
Doesn’t necessarily make it true.
Facebook is a vanity site.
Focusing on the “me” rather than you.
I knew it was a terrible affliction.
As I withdrew, I had those chills and sweats.
I need rehab for my Facebook addiction!
Do you remember me even a little?
What will I do with all this new found time?
I will start by writing poems and riddles!