I have become
Disenchanted
Disenfranchised
Disengaged
Disappointed
Bitter and not better
Angry and not softer
Consumed by idle chatter
Consumed by idle madness
I long for a simpler time before
Scrolling through
Swiping up, left or right
Filtering and selfies
Where my existence needed no proof
To help or hinder the Universe
To quieter times when the only chatter in my head was my own