Caught Up
"Caught Up" A Poem by TouchByAng
How many people have been touched,
By the internet and AOL;
How many lives have been destroyed,
And became a private hell.
So many men and women,
Effected by the internet;
Their lives totally changing,
Have we figured it out just yet.
So many come on for right reasons,
But perhaps it is the style;
Being who you want to be,
Grabbing the glitter for a while.
Or just a comforting word,
From someone you do not know;
And even some physical attraction,
At just words the screen does show.
Some have lost their innocence,
And discovered an online fling;
Or maybe took it further steps,
And unhappiness it did bring.
So many sit behind the screen,
And type I love you so;
Not really feeling anything,
Just words while on the go.
There are the good and bad,
On this internet we share;
Some people playing head games,
And there's some who really care.
But all in all you look around,
And see the broken lives;
Or people awaiting happiness,
When they think someone arrives.
Sneaking around on others,
And hiding under a different name;
Not caring who they have hurt,
Going on to do the same.
Men and women breaking up,
For on here time is spent;
And changing lives each day,
As those messages are sent.
Marriages that crumbled,
Due to lack of some attention;
So many breaking up,
There are too many now to mention.
Men who lose their jobs,
And women also do;
And addiction to the internet,
Has this happen to you?
The typed words do scream out,
And make us feel we're needed;
But, so many shattered lives,
Was it cause warnings were not heeded.
People popping in and out,
Of rooms and meeting others;
Compromising their beliefs,
Brought to them by their mothers.
Playing certain roles,
Whether be to change their heart;
Sometimes being someone else,
Or not knowing where to start.
Getting angry over words,
That are typed and never spoken;
Drinking in saloons and all,
Or just imaginary tokin'.
Setting new standards,
Because of those we meet;
Putting up with anything,
Just because you're sweet.
Pretending beautiful bodies,
Never thinking you will meet;
And then when time goes by,
Trying to change with much defeat.
The lies that are spoken,
Are too many now to count;
And how careful must we be,
Going from the flats to the mount.
People moving south to north,
Or perhaps east to the west;
Meeting someone special,
Do they know if this is the best.
Changing day to day,
From the person you have been;
Men leaving their wives,
To fall in the devil's den.
Sure, there are so many good,
Who never alter what they believe;
But yet so many tortured hearts,
Some who are out to deceive.
Just analyze your life;
See just what there is to change;
And give yourself some time,
For your heart it would arrange.
Think about who you touch,
By the words on the screen;
For shattered hearts can tumble,
There are so many who are mean.
They never really think about,
The heart on the other side;
But after they have torn it out,
Some people have really died.
Some take this all serious,
This AOL and all;
And it can knock a big man down,
No matter how he is tall.
Think about the people,
You hurt and string about;
For each one has some feelings,
And it can take them out.
You may not take it serious,
But on the other end;
That person may fall in love,
And you just want a friend.
Don't take someone for granted,
Playing these head games;
For one day it will catch up,
And you will know the names.
Contributed by Raven Blackehart
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