This square I look through, my voice tapped
clear yet bright with pixel colours
this online presence I am trapped
waiting to pass the buffer
If my voice is heard
will hers be too?
Will I be the much preferred?
Or will she be equal to you?
Your letters are strong and dim
you expect me to fall and cry?
why should I give the satisfaction to him?
when I can let the comments fly.
It's a game we all play
hidden behind the usernamed mask
our true identities some prefer not to say
but it's trying to find truth in the facade that is the task.
So won't you stay?
