I want to write
I need to type
The word’s don’t really matter
Don’t want to sigh
Don’t want to cry
Just hear the key-board’s chatter
How did I cope
In times of mope
Before I had my journal?
Did I talk mad
When feeling sad?
Or was it all internal?
Ignore Whatsapp
Don’t Twitter tap
And never speak to people
Turn off Facebook
Don’t even look
At social media sheeple
My diary fills
With over spills
Of lust and love and madness
I rant and shout
To get it out
But live real life with gladness
(Or at least I try to!)
About the Creator
Pink Joker
I write stuff. The images are often stolen from Google coz I can't work out how to post without an image. The writing is all mine. (Unless it is particularly bad, then I may blame hackers or something.)
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