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| by EvanOfTheYukon at Reddit. |
To think I trusted you all that time.
From the first, I revealed intimacies:
what I ate (and with whom), where I went
(and with whom), my sacred political views,
the deaths of my parents, birthday greetings,
family photographs, reunions with friends,
exotic travel plans. In other words, touts
of the good parts of my life. You seemed
to be my friend, asked only for a personality
test, occasionally, to display my narcissism.
You were sterling, helped me renew friendships,
introduce beloved newborns to our world,
confirm my wit and smarts to everyone.
Now I am shocked, baffled by your betrayal
of my love. You apparently sought the money,
sold my secrets to the most lucrative bidder,
placed my finances in jeopardy, traitorously
sabotaged a presidential election, made fools
of us all. And suddenly, you want me to pay
for protection against thieves. Not on your
life. I’ll miss you the way we miss habits
thwarted . But I won’t have the pressure to record
my life for the world to admire. You’ll never know I’m
gone. Goodbye Facebook, my unfaithful friend.
Beth McKim is a writer and actress. Her poetry, essays, and short stories have been widely published in anthologies and literary magazines.
