humanity
Disturbance
The fear of losing my niece to screen is just something insurmountable. We lose people everyday because of it. We also lose ourselves. And I wrote this poem without a bit of empathy left anymore–just knowing that I have “art” to come home to.
suffering is a commodity
emotions are expensive
mentality is captured and caged up
humans are animals
forget about attention span
it goes along with life expectancy
of course, humans defy truths
even Science is ignored
youths, oh, what’s life all about?
screens and validation cannot live without
adults, where have you disappeared into?
wait, have you lost your minds, too?
I’m just as guilty as the rest of humanity
I pound my head out of it all everyday
ignorance is never a bliss anymore
we’ve learned it the hard way for sure
I tried to participate somehow
but it made me sound stupid and desperate
also, how was it myself?
what moronic stranger would even cooperate
I can’t. I can’t.
I’m okay just as I am.
My suffering is art.
My emotions are on guard.
My mentality has free will.
I am human.
I am an animal.
Yet no one owns me.