Poem about going through adolescence as a people pleaser with unlimited internet access

I stare at this screen in agony, trying to get out what's inside of me.

 I find myself lost in who I could be, paralyzed in translating these feelings I can't see.

    I don't know what's inside of me, so how can i figure out who to be?  

    Everything feels like an act to me, so performative not native or true to be

This world feels like a stage constantly performing, for what others want to see, 

lost in being what they want me to be.     

Yet I'm not an actor, I'm just me.

        I find myself lost in this screen watching others so effortlessly.  

           Everything feels so real and free , perfectly curated for an audience like me...

I find myself loving every bit of what I'm seeing in my screen , even though its everything 

I hate in me yet in them it's so free. 

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