I'm the first to arrive in the morning
I'm the last to stay before going home
If I had any choice in the matter
I'd wander, I'd wonder, I'd think while I roam
But the decision has been made for me
That I return to the house in which I reside
Though I smile and laugh and seem happy
Once I walk through the door I've already died
It's a prison of my own making
Filled with isolation and despair
Lethargy so thick you can taste it
A sickly flavour that hangs in the air
My only escape is the wi-fi
The friends whose faces I've never seen
The only people who truly understand me
My real family, behind a computer screen