I turn around
And there's no one to hold me
The burden on my shoulders
Is getting heavier
I scream out "help!"
But no one appears to take my hand
I run outside, where the scorching sun is burning the green grass
People are passing by, all covered in dark green suits
I try to reach out for them
But they look at me with society's eyes
I yelp out for help
But the ring tones of cell phones make my voice hollow
I sit down to cry but instead of tears, laughter came out
Everyone turns to look at me…but then turn away again
So I return inside, close the door, and scornfully
Wave my middle finger….at my crashed computer system.

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