Dear Instagram: a poem

Instagram,

You are the wrong room for me. 

I tried my best. I think we all do.

2 accounts in, and it's still hard to fit.

Dont get me wrong, not my premise.

I just want to share what i've got going on.

Personally and professionally.

But i'm discovering something sinister.

There's teeth.

A smile for your summit.

"tears of joy",

never a moment of defeat.

Its

Odd, irregular to say the least.

It's absolutely astonishing.

You never see the backstory.

Just a sliver of the cake.

No ingredients, no recipe.

Just an educated 

dumb 

guess.

We humans wish to know how things work.

What makes it tick?

You have defeated the purpose of thinking.

Just a dopamine hit. 

Over a notification that looks red. 

Not an emergency, just a rush 

of NTs. 

Like I said,

Not the room for me. 

Because how can diamonds shine 

when were all grouped up 

with any and every element?

Please clean it up!