No-one wants to talk to me,
So I’ll talk to my computer screen.
At least it cannot answer back,
To tell me it’s a mind I lack.
I know that a mind is there,
It’s full of things but they don’t care.
It’s not the things they want to be,
All wrapped up inside of me.
My thoughts run deep and wide,
But barriers on either side.
Of science fiction knowledge great,
Will not allow it to escape.
Or is it my subconscious mind,
That will not let my thoughts unwind.
They all run black and viscous,
I hide behind a fake hibiscus.
A personality of smiles,
That always hides an injured child.
A murdered soul,
A heart of coal.
No-one ever stops to listen,
And my eyes begin to glisten.
A fusion of salt and water,
I do not cry although I ought to.
Sad as it may seem to end,
This computer is my friend.
The only one that I can tell,
Slowly my emotions swell.
I retreat into my fantasy,
See what I have done to me.
I weave a web of lies so great,
That it is all but to late.
For me to extricate myself,
And take my heart down from the shelf.
To try it on again for size,
The tears dry within my eyes.
No-one wants to talk to me,
So I’ll talk to my computer screen.
No-one wants to talk to me, So I’ll talk to my computer screen. At least it cannot answer back, To tell me it’s a mind I lack. I know that a mind is there, It’s full of things but they don’t care. It’s not the things they want to be, All wrapped up inside of me. My thoughts run deep and wide, But barriers on either side. Of science fiction knowledge great, Will not allow it to escape. Or is it my subconscious mind, That will not let my thoughts unwind. They all run black and viscous, I hide behind a fake hibiscus. A personality of smiles, That always hides an injured child. A murdered soul, A heart of coal. No-one ever stops to listen, And my eyes begin to glisten. A fusion of salt and water, I do not cry although I ought to. Sad as it may seem to end, This computer is my friend. The only one that I can tell, Slowly my emotions swell. I retreat into my fantasy, See what I have done to me. I weave a web of lies so great, That it is all but to late. For me to extricate myself, And take my heart down from the shelf. To try it on again for size, The tears dry within my eyes. No-one wants to talk to me, So I’ll talk to my computer screen.
