Phones.
What a weird concept.
A small screen that gives you connections to the whole world.
To the people around you.
To your significant other.
I watch people every day destroy themselves, and each other online.
Relationships crushed because of a misinterpretation.
People trying to fix every part of themselves because what they see online is what they think perfect is.
I wish I wasn't one of them.
I wish I could be myself and not care what people thought.
It's honestly laughable.
It's funny I can't let myself be me.
Fucking phones.
I've said this a million times...
What a fucking waste.
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Dreamland
PoetryDreamland: the only place I can truly be myself, which is something I'm not sure I know how to be in reality