The sad part is no one wants to talk to me
They have their messages they send
Which, where, why
When it is time
But no content, per se, but poeticism
They IM me
They shove it down my throat
They want things
I don’t
I want things
But they want things
Distinctly different
Oh isn’t this plain
Just testing out a new style
Breaking walls, as per the usual
Breaking walls