The Screen


1. The Screen

I'm the first to arrive in the morning

I'm the last to stay before going home

If I had any choice in the matter

I'd wander, I'd wonder, I'd think while I roam

But the decision has been made for me

That I return to the house in which I reside

Though I smile and laugh and seem happy

Once I walk through the door I've already died

It's a prison of my own making

Filled with isolation and despair

Lethargy so thick you can taste it

A sickly flavour that hangs in the air

My only escape is the wifi

The friends whose faces I've never seen

The only people who truly understand me

My real family, behind a computer screen

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