Don't mind me, back for round 2
I'm going home in no time soon
looking for something to make my body move
feeling lazy as sit down, writing one more entry
as the list of things to accomplish become complete
The technology and social functions
of this millennia, this millennium
depicts loneliness as having a shortage of people to talk to
while here at work
I have the free option to pick and choose
but who I want isn't here
they're locked behind the pin numbers of my cell phone screen
and time delay
having a day of their dreams
having a day of their nightmares
I'm just speculating, like I do when all my friends ignore me
scrolling through my phone to seem busy
yet I'm preoccupied with anxiety
telling me to get a grip
when my grip is slipping
I have numbers with no clue what to do with them
like me, they're taking up space
yet I can't replace them
to do so would confirm how the oxygen around me
is the box mimes live in
and mine is a portable igloo
cold and desolate
containing only me without a fireplace
Don't mind me
I'm simply clingy and bored
looking for a focus so I ran to my diary for escape
but I just see myself as foolish and desperate
because at this point I really am
no use denying it
I am foolish and desperate
I can pop all the pills I want to rid myself
of the constant doubt attacking my bloodstream
run all the miles I want
3 football fields worth
but that fact will still remain
Sorry love, I'm not as attractive as you think I might be
Simply a bitter young fool
who doesn't know anymore how to pass the time
so I just run up the data
thinking of how
how on earth will I spend the night
© Crowthepoet