The Invisible Life of an Average American

Isolated from society
Sweat marks on my black leather chair
Phone’s not ringing, no messages
The only people I text are my parents

Living in a one bedroom apartment
Roaches crawling on cans of Mountain Dew, code red
A pile of wet socks that I don’t feel like picking up
Eating Cups of Noodles pretending its gourmet Chicken Alfredo

I can’t talk to women my own age face to face
The closest I've ever got to the opposite sex was a troll in Azeroth named Ophelia
I can’t express myself, the older you get the less people care about you
Now I know what it feels like to be one of Bill O’Reilly’s daughters