Sent From My Digital Prison Cell

Dear Parents

Please bail me out of this nightmare

That you’ve forced me to live in

I want to experience, to feel, to do more than watch and listen

I want to tear down these glass walls that confine me

That give me the false sense that the whole world is there for me to see

They have taken the sports equipment away

And replaced it with a pathetic piece of plastic that I wave around if i want to play

I can just barely make out the life that I had

Before all this living alongside technology went bad

I used to race to the playground like a horse out of the starting gate

But now I stay looking at a screen until it becomes very late

I’m chained down by my dependence, my addiction to this machine

After all, I was never taught what it could do to me

I’ve tried oh so hard to break free

Of this problem created by the generations before me

My head has grown heavy and can no longer look up  at world

My fingers are now permanently curled

Around my controller and cell phone

This lifestyle is driving me insane

I’m turning into the very thing that is keeping me encaged