I have learned to live through a screen.
Watching my friends get to live,
normal teenage lives.
I live vicariously through each
picture,
and video that I see.
I thought my virtual reality was over,
that's how it was supposed to be.
But I'm still tethered to my bed
and chained to my phone,
hoping that maybe I can feel
just a sliver of what I'm missing out on.
My smile is fake,
but it's gotten so good you can barely tell.
Bared teeth,
and peppy texts,
everyone's a fool
unless I tell them the truth.
YOU ARE READING
Body
Poetrythis a book of poetry written about the struggles of dealing with an unknown chronic illness as a teenager
