I think I’m coming unhinged.
I no longer live in the world I once lived.
My computer doesn’t scream at me anymore,
I chopped off my phone’s cord,
and my friends rub their thumbs on glass constantly.
I think I’m coming unhinged.
The aliens in the magazines all make me cringe.
My pockets are smaller I swear,
women no longer seem to have ribs,
and god forbid old age even exist.
I think I’m coming unhinged.
Our planet is on fire, expiring, while everyone just pretends.
“Save the turtles!” they yell
while they fry up their fish friends
(even the sharks knew better).
I think I’m coming unhinged.
Every billboard shrieks at me to incessantly binge,
whether it’s on pink slime or debt
the message is all the same-
CONSUME OR DIE!
I think I’m coming unhinged.
They say that people are poor because they sinned.
Somehow, it’s your fault if you’re Asian or gay.
I guess I missed the sign-up sheet for being
rich, white, and straight.
I think I’m coming unhinged.
There’s so much chaos that I’m not even sure where to begin.
I’ve abandoned all hopes for sanity
as everyone’s lifeboats sink around me.
If only someone had taught me how to swim.
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
https://linktr.ee/lollyslittlelovelies
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