That screen that i stare at for hours is my love that provides affection that i desperately need
Im connected to a virtual reality that stimulates my dophamine giving me the will to want to breathe
That screen i stare at provides false hope that i can truly be myself without being ridiculed
I see others just like me halfway across the world being happy to be true to themselves but boy was i fooled

That phone i am always on is a necessity for the survival of my sanity
Its my drug that i take to disalude myself from people and my pitiful reality
Under the black coat is a rainbow tshirt marked pride but i am a prisoner to this phone and this flawed society
I wear a mask to hide my insecurity by avoiding people who will eventually reject me

Ive been told to just because youre not straight doesnt mean you should not love makeup
Im constantly told to be the person society wants to see and the bullshitting comments screws me up
Im frustated about constantly being pressured to be someone im not so my phone saves the day
It takes me to another planet away from everything that makes me miserable and to where im free to be my version of gay

Ive been told to act like everyone else and stop chasing girls that i naturally have affection for
Im a hyperactive 20year old that is sensitive to the darts that pierce my very core
Im an androgonous resilient romantic adult that longs for love and affection
My phone again becomes my coping mechanism to suppress all the insecurity about my identity and societal expectations

I call this phone my lifesaver my love and buddy when i have nobody
I am a loner that is tired of feeling overburdened by how i am perceived by to everybody
This phone rescues me from my own self and takes me to another dimension
I am happy free and unapoogetically myself in my imagination