give me a pen

I took the time to look around

At the hunched backs and bent necks

And the tears falling on a screen

I realize the wasted time

The autotuned screams

The pixelated faces

And girls who are fake

Or animated vulgarly

Scared to look real issues in the face

Like the amount of depression

And amount of pure worry

And children just wanting the future to hurry

Forget the enjoyment of the imagination

Nay the fear of face-to-face confrontation

or the character building we desperately desire

or the first time of feeling love's fire

let us find our religion in the left or the right

or what the internet says at 3 at night

let our blood run RBG

and our brains on dark mode

and believe anything

that Mark Zuckerburg wants to show

but for me

don't give me a screen

Or the fake ecstasy of pixels dancing

Give me a pen