Alone On A Spider Web

I stare into the blankness, 
of the white computer screen, 
on the web with a million people,
I am alone.

We are mere flies,
trapped in a spiders web,
that someone spun,
long ago.

My heart beats against the sync of life,
I rebel, for there is nothing else,
for me to do.
I am not a punk, nor a delinquent.

I am me.
Me. Not a plastic stereotype,
pasted onto the glossy pages,
of an advertisement,
or a anorexic bit of transmitted light. 

I am me.
All the poundage that makes others smile,
perhaps in pity,
maybe in amusement,
I do not care. 

We type words,
we utter phrases,
that dissapear into the vaccum,
we call life.   

I know you don't love me,
I know you never will,
for I am me,
and she is her.

And you are you,
all of the shallow hate
the chameleon personality
you are no longer my friend.

The first tear in a long time,
the first tear of many,
slips down my soft fat cheek,
smearing my mask.

Quietly once again,
you slipped into my heart,
the clock ticks,
tick tock.

I stare into the blankness, 
of the white computer screen,
on the web with a million people,
I am alone.


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