distant
far away
you spend your days
in a gambling daze
– this is not ‘just watching sport’ –
life is grey
you do not play
or remember my friends names
or hold me tight and say
the things i need to hear
– this is not ‘your dad trying his best’ –
beg to be seen
drag you from screen
getting tired now that I am fifteen;
too tired to fight the ‘in between’
– the pretending life is perfect –
people don’t know
they only see the ‘glow’
and so I stay stuck and alone
you still on your throne
– no one understands because you hide yourself from them –
distant
far away
you spend your days
in a narcissistic daze
– this is not normal –