When you look in my phone.
There is something lost in one simple glance;
The existence that defines me.
A piece of me that I couldn't bury at birth.
Photos of my loved ones overflow the drive,
Instead of the common shades of narcissism.
Empty walls of lies are cleared
From the unwanted desire that hates to talk
Among the people who don't truly care.
My keyboard types the affection
That seems to end even in heated battles
Clouded by longing to feel a part
Of the living world around it.
I wish it fled,
The chains burn after each time.
Hopeless struggles carry my dread
Into the crowd of faces I can't cower away.