submission

bleak walls surround me
like how a mass crowd with bleak minds surrounds the thinker. 
I sit and twitch my fingers
glaring 
at this mechanical machine in my wet palms,
it has no feelings what so ever , 
I wish I were so to.
I twitch as I glare at the screen , how mean
I think 
how mean, 
you are leaving me here 
feeling like a puddle. 
You flood me 
with thoughts I never thought existed it is as so they are their own specimen .. They control me. 
You control me.