I'm A Computer, Not A Person! [survivor challenge 5]

all day i sit alone in a room brown outs, black outs, may be my doom once in a while someone will walk in don't they see my feelings within? i'm used and abused, no one really cares i'm burned and i'm hated with only cold stares nakedly sitting here; my truest colors are shown but yet i end up sitting on this desk all alone dust fills my lungs day after day won't someone clean me? i hate feeling this way! fingers caress me, each word forms from my body i hate feeling empty, i need affection somebody! my mind's filled with images, ideas and songs but when they screw up, its me who is wrong i don't understand when they yell things that are mean don't they get that it's only what they put on my screen? my face lights up darkness make no mistake but it's abuse and constant hurting that i always take sometimes i feel so happy when someone is near it calms me protects me and settles my fears but something will happen and i'll pass right out oops, no surge protector? damn black out! can't they take better care of me than that? i feel so damn ugly, so worthless, so... fat! all i get are stares, aggrivation and hate getting rid of me, they don't hesitate. i'll soon be replaced, left out in the cold a new one will come cuz i will be old but she will find out what it's like on this desk piles of papers, she'll be hidden under the mess she'll find out soon what it's like by herself when it will be all her fault, not anyone else it will break my heart when i have to go don't these people know i loved them so? i guess i will just sit here and dream of the day when i will finally get my way until the sun comes and the new day I see this is the life of a lonely home PC!TEE HEE poor thing, so missunderstood! Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 02 2002 06:39 PM PST    0 • 10