by Kayelina Publico
FOMO is the Fear Of Missing Out
My boyfriend informs me,
As I expose my take on
An anxiety attack in
My baby shoe car
Leaving a late night taco bar
He tells me I’ve got FOMO bad,
Cause I Focus On Micro-managing Myself
While I compare my best friend’s
Pale skin to my olive islander tan
He says, you can’t breathe while FOMO got your tongue
Facing Outdated Mythical Obloquies about myself
Like even if she hangs out with Emma
That somehow means Emma’s size 6 is gonna
Take her away from me because
My social shortness of breath is named FOMO, he says
I make Facts On Make-Believing Obesity is 160 pounds
With a 5 foot 2 inch stamina my truth
And FOMO is tattooed on my body
FOMO makes me tilt my mirror
Against my wall
FOMO makes me wish I was that
Girl I stalked in high school
FOMO makes me throw up in the bathroom
On another continent so I can look like the other girls with money
FOMO tells me I’m young
Yet I’ve already missed so many opportunities
I better get on it, if I want my parents to be proud of me
FOMO tells me nothing will work
But the gym so I write this poem
Instead, to get rid of the curse
Cause FOMO makes me
Fearful of failure
But
Observant to obscurities,
Master of mastering impurities,
and Open to new opinions about myself
