Don't Tell Me I'm BadA Poem by WriterWriterHow we grapple with phone addictionDoctor, doctor, cure my phone addiction Give me pills Inject something into my nerves
Don’t take away my darling Don’t tell me to stop
It gives me happiness talking to my friends online posting a nasty comment behind closed doors
Medicate me, doctor Don’t tell me I am bad Don’t tell me to stop I love the high-definition display Its sharpness Its realist pictures How it blinks with a new notification
Don’t take away my darling Don’t tell me to stop Cure me Rid me of my addiction Tell me I am good But, never tell I’m addicted
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