Brain Glue

I see you on the unfalerting light of my screen,
Charming me and them,
Making sure you are seen.
Well, what's left for me then?

I can't try,
God knows I want to,
But I can't lie and put the fractured pieces back with glue.

Because the tube dried out,
Brittle and useless as I attempt to justify my lack
My shout reaches the well, but I'm only given an echo back.

Is this it?
Am I good enough now?
Is this it?
Am I good enough now?

And all the words are twisted,
Into the moaning of thirteen years ago that have been mocked to death,
They never really existed,
As mine, not spoken from my breath

The Chair gives me no use,
And there's still the desk left

Is this it?
Am I good enough now?
Is this it?
Am I good enough now?

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