Broken But Bold

You will be regarded,

When there's the need,

And will also be discarded and bombarded,

If sweet words you fail to feed;

Amidst thousands around you,

You will still stand alone,

You might be a busy bee too,

But ultimately you'll be an emotionless stone;

Stop looking at that cell of yours, 

It beeps only alarms, 

There are no chores, 

No notification that can bring you charms;

Cry alone and walk bold outside, 

That's how this world works, 

People will to your rules abide, 

When you stand against their useless quirks!