“Happy birthday…”
Small room lit by candles,
On a little pink cake.
Everyone gathered
Singing Happy Birthday,
Looking at me,
Through their screens.
Glaring white flashlights dancing around.
Fake smiles,
On the faces I can barely see,
Blocked by the phones,
They think they need.
Happy Birthday to me…
“Addiction”
On my phone,
All through the day.
Feel my teenage years,
Slipping away.
The sun rises and sets,
The days blend into one,
I can’t focus in class,
Grades starting to slip,
This addiction is making me sick.
“Is this real?”
Alone at night,
Lying in bed.
Adding strangers on Snapchat,
Thinking they’re friends.
Fire emojis,
next to their name,
Means more than a real friendship.
Is it all just a game?
A symphony of alerts every second,
Phone buzzing off the bed.
Are these “friendships”,
Just in my head.