Trapped in an age
Of what is wrong and what is right
It occurred to me
That I do not belong in here
The purity of my being
Despises
This electronic paradise
I wish for a remedy
To be in love
And feel emotion again
When all I'm capable of now
Is holding myself to a standard
Of everyday chatter
Stuck in my head
Repeating phrases
That aren't so lovely
I wonder if I can find
A fix for my thoughts
Hiding away into daydreams
Seems like the right thing to do
When all I can feel is dissapointment
In the modern world
Press record and skitter
Into a world of your flawless self
In this I'm lost
Must I be like this
I'm tired
Sep 12, 2020
Sep 12, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC
Trapped in an age
Of what is wrong and what is right
It occurred to me
That I do not belong in here
The purity of my being
Despises
This electronic paradise
I wish for a remedy
To be in love
And feel emotion again
When all I'm capable of now
Is holding myself to a standard
Of everyday chatter
Stuck in my head
Repeating phrases
That aren't so lovely
I wonder if I can find
A fix for my thoughts
Hiding away into daydreams
Seems like the right thing to do
When all I can feel is dissapointment
In the modern world
Press record and skitter
Into a world of your flawless self
In this I'm lost
Must I be like this
I'm tired
Written 19/08/2020
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