Delusional Youth

"There's no meaning to 

the vanished everyday in my dreams 

that I was repeating." 

You say such wonderful things. 

You're also, yes, 

"in love with non-reality." 

You say it with your fingers, 

despite saying nothing with your mouth.

You feel something connecting you 

with a faceless, voiceless person. 

Even though that's definitely 

not a mutual love; 

even though, today again, 

one day will end; 

you act like you were living; 

do that, then sleep.

Ah, this is boring. 

Even if you look away, 

you can't close your eyes. 

Hey, 

at this rate of not accepting that kind of thing, 

today again, with a disgusting face, 

you're looking at me inside the screen?

You know for sure that that's 

not the best plan. 

Drowning in every wilted, 

dark day is hard. 

What's reality if it's not a lie? 

If you don't get it, 

how will you live in this world 

that people manufactured?