Hopeless

Your ears aren't very good.
I talk, you don't listen.
I show you parts of yourself, of all of us,
You don't care, or look away.
You'll never be more ugly than you are now,
Running from yourself.
I know me because I watch you.
We forgot how to shake hands.
We got posters and billboards for that and, to hell with Facebook.
While you're at it,
Google how to survive
After the towers fall asleep.