A grown up holds onto the stars,

Like a child cradles chalk.

Crafting different shapes,

Connecting every dot.

Building constellations in the skies,

That kept us warm and safe,

Reminding ourselves of those better days

Building forts in the woods

Playing pretend

Seeing the world, fervent and new.

Until one day,

When it turned dark and grey,

Reminding ourselves of those lesser days,

When we couldn’t get out of bed.

Trapped by a crippling depression,

A pounding head,

A fear of being all alone

In this, pretty world

With its pretty girls

And their pretty profiles

Screaming

Look!
can’t you see,

this isn’t all I’m meant to be:

A pawn in a society that’s too real,

too fake,

with too many people stirring up hate.

Adding a pinch of lies,

a sprig of deceit,

a splash of vanity,

while people from the past world scream insanity.

We’re caught in the matrix

and no one can save us

Because we’re

Hopeless and angsty.

Bullies and bullied.

Stressed and depressed.

Educated but exasperated.

We can’t think rationally,

There’s too much blasphemy.

We’re, too wrapped up in our

Fake news

And “so and so’s” nudes

That we can’t focus,

Can’t see,

No longer allowed to be truly free

Our skies are more than our limits,

They’re our mirrors,

Those stars, those clouds,

Once bright and clear

Now dark and murky

Reveal our declining lives

Sick from the casualty that is our reality

Trapped in a video game maze

Caught in the social media haze

With glossy eyes and a broken mind,

I beg,

Take me back to the blue skies.