Can't Sleep

Every single night I try to get to bed before 10 o'clock

 

The social stipulations that lay the groundwork for why I believe

Someone just might want to talk to me if I put my phone down

I'm scrolling just one more like and I'll put it down

Just one more blinding screen flash as snapchat steals away another REM cycle

I'm laying here with one more photo to edit

One more text that could maybe change my life

Is it risky or am I simply too scared to talk to that person in person

 

Because phones create a glass wall were we can hear and not feel

See but only the way I want her to see me

Projecting a project of perfect perfectness just like the rest

Afraid if she sees that one flaw she might think you're just not worth it

And since I'm behind this glass wall I can't step out to convince her to stay

Only sit here and watch with window pain

I'll sit down right next to her at our favourite homework spot

Never looking up always flashing my face one last time

Maybe this angle will reveal something she's never seen

 

The truth is

Phones create a constant connect with people who drag you down it's like chaining a 100 pound ball to swim in the Caribbean

A beautiful place but I can't focus I'm running out of air

Trying to swim up but in a glass box just sinking down

 

I'm soon to be off to college a dream of dreams

The hard part is it cost 3 grand just to get there

I'll work 50 hours on top of my 30 hour school week

Picking siblings up because family's first

I drive 50 miles a day but sleep only 4 or 5 hours a night

My brain craves more sleep so I'll satisfy it with stimulants that tell me everything will be fine

 

Getting home at 9 or 10 o'clock at night a few hours of homework then I'll go to bed

 

And when the evening comes and I finally pull the key out of my pocket to the glass box

I'll climb into bed shut the light off but my brain just won't shut down

100 dollar phone bill

100 dollar insurance bill

50 dollars for that dream you call photography and oh yeah food

I feel like my 50 hours a week is being picked off a 100 at a time

 

But you're right teenagers are recommended at least 7 hours of sleep so let me just get to bed

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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