I am fourteen
And my phone has betrayed me
The device I cannot live without
They burn my fingers
Silently
How come my phone is always
On a low battery percentage
What if I die
Before I send this text message
And my friend
Starts to think I’m ignoring her

I have to learn how to set my phone down

Spend time with my family
My screen is too small for me
Suppose I die before tweeting
They’ll sing a sad song
But finally
Tell the truth about me
There is nothing I’d want to read
And too much
That has to be posted
And my friend
Starts to think I’m ignoring her

Nobody even stops to think
About my side of it
I should’ve got the plus for myself
I am more responsible than him
Why do I have to be
The one
With a small phone
I have nothing to tweet tomorrow
Will I live long enough
To upgrade my phone
And my friend
Starts to think I’m ignoring her