I wake up To the sound Of ringing. The bright Light tells me It's time To get up. I take my Tiny box of Happiness and sense of reality, And keep it with me As moral support Throughout the day. Doomscrolling Is what they call "Addiction". Not for me. I can live without Seeing the plastic hearts. I can live without Seeing stupidly worded captions Over stupid pictures. I can live- I see my reflection In the one place I called home. It's shattered. I don't recognize The face that Looks me back With bloodshot eyes, Dark circles, And a smile. But that smile Isn't happiness. It's lost thoughts Wondering where I have gone.