Click, Click, Click.
My mouse.
Logged on, staring at the button.
Security options.
Scrolling through my page,
They try desperately to make me stay.
But I know what's best,
I need some restraint.
Earlier that day,
I discovered my grade.
The teachers let go of my hand,
Now, it's time to let go of that page.
Deactivate.
Starting fresh,
I need school,
More than I need them.
No more reblogging,
Those posts,
Was getting pulled in,
Too close.
I backed out,
Before it was too late,
But maybe it already was,
'Cause I'm failing.
I'm falling,
And when the teacher's let go,
I grasped on to the cliff,
This is me,
Trying to pull myself up.
Can't tell my mom,
One week left,
Till I give up.
Because once those reports cards get sent out,
It's on everything I do,
For the rest of my life,
Mine as well stop trying.
That's why I deleted those accounts,
That's what they encouraged me to do,
Instead of talking to them,
And creating a bigger mess,
I need to talk to my teachers.
Figure it out from there.
Click, Click, Click.
Need to stop with the distractions,
Get on task,
Stop talking,
In the middle of class.
Pay attention,
And learn,
Tumblr wasn't helping,
And Facebook kept distracting.
Notifactions,
Starting to make it big,
Got out,
Before it could suck me in.
Scrolling,
Click,
Security Options,
Click,
Deactivate your acount?
Click.
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She Dreams of Paradise
Poezja"She writes, Moving along with the flow, As the words show up on the screen, The faster her fingers go, Eager to get it all down, And she is lost, To a world, All of her own." -Lose Yourself, By Allyteration (Because I'm not going to quote someone e...
