1.4

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.