The bluish glow of my screen make my eyes water,
As lives fly by in endless flow, each more better than the last like yellow butter,
Promising excitement if I had been there, filling me with regret that I had not.

The bluish glow of my screen kills my eyes, infecting my mind,
With poison too sweet I say it helps me unwind.

I can't stop. How else would I know Taylor Swift is Travis Kelce's new lady?

I won't stop. How else would I know that Henry Cavill is having a baby?

It's my...