So Many Us

The chats I have in confidence
Are chats I trust the least of all.
If one can be whoever in
The different windows of the chat –
So flirty here, so angry there,
“Professional” in groups we share –
I wonder who I’m talking to.
I wonder who I’m talking as.
We split our psyches by the second,
Swiping through carousel trays
Of masked emotions practised well.
So many lives. So many lies.
So many us to put to sleep
Before we switch off for the night.

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