Desperate Review

When I'm tierd and sitting alone,
  why do I feel I'm on this alone.

Sharing and caring seems to come so naturally,
  so why do I feel very unhappy.

I sit and write, then view what I've written,
  then review it and store it as if I've been forgiven.

I stare at the screne, anticipating a review,
  then close my eyes expecting something new.

My heart drops when I look at the screne,
  awaiting an expectant dream.

I click on a button hoping to renew,
  expecting e-mails I await to view.

I sit and write, I know I'm new,
  an e-mail, a rating anything will do.