Forgotten

Stranded and strangled
Cornered and buried
Dark and cold
Does anyone that I’m here?

Does he?

Look! There’s a light!
HEY! OVER HERE!
WAIT! DON’T GO!

Stuck.
Days? Weeks? Months? I don’t have any idea.
We were used to be together before.
It was good moments.

It’s over now.

Plunge into this dark place after he met a new companion
Hate to admit that he’s better than me
No cord to be untangled
Noise filter

We were called headphones
Being old
Now we’re called wired headphones
Guess our golden era is coming to an end

Troublesome Role

A lot of people seek me when they want to pour out
their dreams,
their sins,
their hopes,
their anxieties,
their ideas,
and their insecurities.

I’ve seen their thoughts.
I am a history writer.
I draw imaginations.
I’m capable of many things.

But what did they do for me in return?

NOTHING!!!

They let me down.
They even throw me away.
They often lose me.

They’ll come back again only when they need something.
They’ll ask the other about me if only they had something to do.
They’ll only hold me when they want something.

Only the lucky one appreciated.

Being a pen is troublesome.

A Good Friend

A good friend wouldn’t guarantee my life will be great.
A good friend wouldn’t solve all my problem.
A good friend wouldn’t give all the things that I want.
A good friend wouldn’t always be there when I need them.

A good friend would be with me when they’re with me.
A good friend would help me to get up if I trip myself.
A good friend would tell me wrong when I’m wrong.
A good friend would be fun to have them around.

A good friend is not always a wise person.
A good friend is not a perfect human being.
A good friend could be wrong.
A good friend could be right.

But, at least they’re not toxic.

Well, Am I a good friend? I don’t know about it.