Ctrl+Alt+Delete

I’m tired of trying so hard to feel connected,
of hitting “like” in hopes of getting more 
hearts in return, of flatly living for 
dopamine spikes, of fear of being rejected.

I’m sick, as if my body’s been infected. 
Desensitized, I scroll past memes and war 
and feel more sorry for myself: this bore 
I call my life that’s clearly misdirected.

I’m stuffed: a glutton gulping information. 
I know too much, yet every conversation 
seems like it’s scripted. And when our eyes meet 
I flinch because it makes me feel alone. 
Control and alternate. Delete. Delete. 
I want to wake with thoughts that are my own.