Answer:
this is the poem:
***you can name it
Step-by-step explanation:
i found it rather odd
to have expected such a great memory
of laughing and smiling
rather than
laughs and smiles on a screen
as the white light glows faintly against the face of those i love
and as i grab my own and let the white light envelope me as well
i am reminded of why i let myself bask in the white
because it holds memories
of years past
so maybe i shouldn't be bliss the strain it puts on eyes
or the times it takes away when laughs and smiles should have been
but should i ignore the joy it brings?
i found it rather odd
that i heard others saying it was inhumane to spend so much time warped in a world where everything are hearts, likes, and comments
when those slanderers who cry such slanders
encase themselves in the same habit
not too long after i've put away my phone
in a world of criticism and hypocrisy
can one ever really find a just?