<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:> I wake in panic to notification Pulse escalation, instant fixation Every posted life feels like accusation I scroll in silence, pure comparison Smiles on screens spark provocation Each shared moment fuels agitation I call it calm, that’s my narration But truth leaks out as suffocation <:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:> I say I’m fine, false affirmation A practiced pose of self-protection I miss the now through hesitation Trapped in loops of observation <:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:> Fear of missing, fear of omission Locked inside expectation Every maybe screams rejection Every pause feels condemnation I crave connection, lose direction Overload sensation, no completion I beg inclusion, seek permission To end this quiet self-deletion <:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:> I plan my words for participation Then freeze mid-step in reservation I want the crowd and validation Then vanish fast in isolation I feel too much, that’s my condition Hope on repeat, no expiration I measure worth by recognition Then fall apart in separation <:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:> I call it choice, but it’s submission A gentle cage of imitation Every option births indecision Every path needs justification <:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:> Fear of missing, fear of omission Locked inside expectation Every maybe screams rejection Every pause feels condemnation I crave connection, lose direction Overload sensation, no completion I beg inclusion, seek permission To end this quiet self-deletion <:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:> Am I present or in suspension? Living life through simulation? Is this truth or just projection? Self-reduced to observation If I vanish, is that salvation? Or a new form of isolation? If I choose disconnection Is that loss or liberation? <:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:> Fear of missing, fear of omission I’m done with endless speculation I don’t need full synchronization I want peace without explanation No more racing for validation No more chasing invitation If I miss out, that’s my decision Not every moment needs collision <:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>:<:>