Between the Likes and the Shares

There are times
(today more than any day)
in which I wish that
I could just disappear
from here.

To drop off completely
from all social media.

To maybe reclaim
what little I have left
of my own personality,
and not the one in which
I front when I am on
Facebook.

Sure, people add me and
they begin to know
who I am.

But do they really know
the person that I
truly am?

Or the idea of me that
they perpetuate based on
what it is
that I post?

Sure, they know that
I am the godless heathen on the internet,
the one who is unabashedly unapologetic
for what I believe.

But do they know
that I am an aspiring poet,
an aspiring writer,
a person who wishes nothing more
than to potentially inspire people
with a stroke of my pen?

Do they know that
all I wish for in the world
is to simply live life
day by day,
to relish in the simple pleasures
of a delicious coffee,
or an interesting novel,
or a good meal?

That,
in all honesty,
I really do not care
about what people believe,
so long as my life continues on
as it currently is?

That I have
absolutely zero patience
for any sort of drama,
because, to me,
it is nothing more than a
feeble ploy in the
grand scheme of things,
and that the universe itself
really does not care if
you did not get that
extra shot of espresso in your
five shot caramel macchiato?

That in all honesty the
people that I truly care about in this world
I can count with my fingers?

Do they know this?

Or rather, do they want to know this?

Or better yet,
do I want them to know this?