One can only try so hard

To get away from their past

You move away

Change your name

But the pain of being you will never change

Your past is just a phone call or a CLICk away

You givein to this “golden age”

Despite your reservations

You construct a Facebook page

Post photos of what you want people to see

What you want people to believe

Of the life that you lead

And you yourself

You search and you find

Request friends

Just so you can pry

When they’re probably doing the same to you

When you speak they bring up old memories

Make you feel like a fool

You can never get away

From who you once were

You can never seem to change

The person you once were

No matter how hard you try

But instead you cover it up

Make yourself seem so deep

Make your life seem so grand

When the truth is

It’s bleak…

Just think

Just think about it

On a late night

You just creep around it

When no one is on

You’re surfing their pages

Don’t front like you’re not

I’m surfing their pages

That’s how I know

I’ll admit to that

It may seem crazed

But aren’t we all just trying

To keep someone amazed

By all of this lying

By showing how we think we have changed

By showing how well we think we have done

When the truth is

We haven’t done much

It’s all just a front