The Screen

by Harshita Das aged 12

Internet’s a drug for me
This bliss is a lie
But I can’t seem to stop
No matter how much I try

I tried going far away
But my mind is always here
When I’m away from it
The happiness is replaced by an unnatural fear

The screen always has something
To make me laugh and smile
I am caught in an infinite loop
I have been imprisoned for a while

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