In the glare of screens,

we find our reflection,

pixelated, 

fragmented, 

a mosaic of identities,

stitched together by threads of hashtags and filters.

Scrolling through lives, 

we double-tap approval, 

seeking validation in the currency of likes,

the dopamine rush of instant gratification.

Connected, yet alone,

voices muffled by algorithms,

echo chambers amplifying our curated selves,

whispering illusions of perfection and belonging. 

Our cries are tweets,

140 characters of desperation,

trending hashtags of pain, 

mental health a meme,

depression is a punchline in the comedy of survival.

We are the generation of ghosting and lurking, 

relationships evaporating into blue ticks and silence,

commitment a relic in the age of swipe-right.

With each click,

we sell pieces of our soul, 

data mined for profit, 

our privacy auctioned to the highest bidder, 

anonymity a fleeting dream.

Screens illuminate our sleepless nights,

blue light bathing our restless minds,

insomnia, 

our companion in the digital abyss. 

We speak in emojis a new lexicon of emotion,

hearts and flames replacing words,

a shorthand for feelings we struggle to articulate.

Anxiety buzzes in our pockets,

notifications dictating our moods,

vibrations of stress in the palm of our hands.

TikTok dances to the rhythm of our chaos, 

fifteen seconds of fame our anthem, 

fleeting moments of joy in the scroll of infinity.

We are storytellers in 24-hour cycles, 

our lives disappearing with the sunrise,

memories archived in digital vaults.

Generation Digital,

plugged in, 

tuned out, 

a symphony of beeps and pings,

our soundtrack to a fragmented existence.

Yet in this chaos, 

we find each other, 

in DM's and group chats, 

solidarity in pixels, 

a tribe of misfits navigating the virtual tide.

Our activism is viral, 

change igniting with a hashtag, 

movements sparked in the flicker of screens, 

Our voices are a force for revolution. 

I am a poet and others creators, 

artists of the digital realm, 

painting our truths on the canvas of the web,

our expressions boundless in the binary.

Hope flickers in the glow of our devices, 

a generation resilient, 

forging connections in the networked labyrinth,

dreaming of a world beyond the screen. 

Generation Digital,

we are the architect of tomorrow, 

building bridges in cyberspace,

our legacy etched in the code of progress.

We rise from the ashes of disconnection,

a community reborn in the either,

our humanity intact,

our spirits unbroken.

In the silence of our rooms,

we hear the hum of potential,

a symphony of ones and zeros, 

our heartbeat syncing with the future.

Generation Digital, 

we are the dreamers and the doers,

writing our destiny in the language of light, 

our story unfolding in the endless scroll.