Warmth from this routine

I sit and I stare in silence at that god awful screen

As I yearn for any semblance of warmth from this routine

Hours feel like days waiting to end this lonely ceremony

No one in existence is interested in my personal testimony

At the fact that nothing I do can change that I’m a freak

If my life remains this stagnant, the future sure looks bleak

I would give my left kidney to know what I always do wrong