I Am Thankful for War

My head is not made of glass

But you see what I’m thinking,

As the girl pulls out her phone

To record her friend that had been drinking,

I roll my apathetic eyes at those unwise

Enough to see their morality compromised.

Don’t you think it’s beginning to feel forced?

“My smile didn’t used to do that before”,

And I’m seething at the sight

At all the flashes from the camera light, 

The moment was perfectly fine!

Did you really capture our good time?

My heart is not made of glass

And yet, you see me still beating,

Except now it feels more like retreating

To a world we try to keep on deleting,

My God – can’t you see it’s all self-defeating?

So tell me if the life you’re living is just the one on your phone

That you know this isn’t some type of loan

To the pixel pixies who eat you up like fairy dust,

Posting for your name, the fame, or for the lust? 

Don’t worry – you can give us all you can give

But just because it’s on our screen

Doesn’t mean it’s how you live.