April 9th, 2025

Something off has been happening.

These past 6 months, 

something changed.

It's always been like this but,

it's been a bit too much recently.

Ever since I was a little kid, 

I see the TV glow.

I was told I was being silly.

That I was being weird and stupid.

I started to ignore the TV,

Glancing at it's light occasionally.

Recently though, I hear of men.

Men that saw their TV's glow.

And I heared woman too.

They saw the TV glow too.

If they saw it too, then why is it odd?

Why am I wrong for looking?

After I hung out with my friend.

It was the 18th of Febuary, 2025.

I decided to look deep into my TV.

I saw the TV glow.

I reached out a hand to the screen.

I saw a man on the other side.

He had my eyes and teeth.

My skin and my fingers.

Tears ran down my cheeks.

As I tried to hold onto him,

The screen blocked me

He stared at me with my smile.

I saw the TV glow.

As I turned away from the light,

I went back to search for the others.

The people who saw their TV glow.

They described their experiences.

These moments were all connected.

All of this was too much.

The TV glowed every day and night.

My mind screamed as I fought back.

I couldn't look back into the screen.

I need to be normal.

I can't be like them.

A moronic weirdo.

But these people weren't weird.

Or morons.

They were so happy and smart.

So normal and confident.

I wanted to be like them too.

But what would the world think?

Why did my TV glow?

Was this just all in my head?

Am I insane?

I knew I had to be honest.

This feeling was taking over.

This depression was ruining me.

I couldn't appreciate anything.

All I could think about was the man.

The man in the TV that glowed.

I had to get this off my chest.

I told my friends about the TV glow.

They met people who relate to me.

They supported them.

They would support me right?

No.

No. No. No.

They didn't.

They didn't support me.

They didn't believe me.

They didn't care.

So now I'm alone.

Alone in the dark.

Alone with my TV.

The TV is still glowing.

I keep staring into the man's eyes.

My eyes.

Each day it feels more like a mirror,

But it's harder to smile back now.

The TV glows, but who cares?

Who will listen?

So I just watch as the man smiles.

I watch as he reaches out,

But I don't reach out to him.

I stare as the TV burns my eyes.

Not moving a muscle.

Tears pour from my eyes.

I tried to unplug it.

I tried to cover it.

I tried to break it.

I tried to get rid of it.

But I will end up getting rid of me.

I still see the TV still glow.