Poem Revision: The Person Behind the Screen

Many grow dependent on me,

for the help they seek.

Constantly searching,

‘till satisfaction is met.

Enjoying my presence.

Without the use of

paper and pencil.

Saving,

as they are working.

Placed into my storage device,

entrusted me,

to keep it safe.

I do well on my own.

Dedicating myself,

to what I do.

Checking each detail,

for accuracy.

Continuously,

processing my work,

‘till the job is done.

Multitasking every so often,

performing tasks in the background,

with another,

in the foreground.

However,

if I overload,

I malfunction,

behaving,

as though a bug has entered my system.

Some grow frustrated of me,

if I don’t function properly.

Abused,

and then abandoned.

But, after awhile,

the need of having me,

is realized.

Sometimes,

I feel as though,

others take advantage of me.

To use me for their own benefit.

However,

others feel that having me around,

is a good thing.

Without me,

life is hard and empty.

I make it easier - to live.

My name,

remembered forever,

a computer.