Screens.

This screen is my voice

emotions replaced

not by choice

emoticons and smileys

I laugh hardly

but messages say otherwise

texts I grow to despise

beneath closed doors

lies a past filled with books

pens and pencils overlooked

but look outside

nowhere to hide

faces hidden by bright screens

communicating through digital screens

in groups we feel alone

texting and updating statuses

never looking up

saying hello seems old fashioned

we ration

the data within grasp

and forget the bonds forged

when a pen and a pad

was all we had.