The algorithm lies.
It tells you
you matter
because it counts your clicks.
It whispers
you’re informed
because you’re angry.
It shows you
the wreck,
the fight,
the worst.
You share the wreck.
You scream the fight.
You rot in the worst.
It feeds you dopamine
dressed as outrage.
A sugar high
that rots the teeth
of your soul.
You scroll.
You scroll.
You scroll.
And the algorithm smiles,
counting your heartbeat
like a cash register.