Remote Control Poem by Mary Jesusa Villegas

Borrow minds from other people
Yours doesn't work that much
Not to be bothered nor
be disturbed by
Psychosomatic disorder
Tell him
'This too shall pass'
like the broken, old records
All gone in the morning

Make the volume louder

Try not to write
Responses, not too tight
Express yourself
in other way than that
Fight.
Ignore your ink heart
with all your might
Scream
'HELP! '

Turn it off

Don't get stuck in your little world
Relax a bit
Someone will pull you up
and make the two ends meet