sharp

there's speakers in my ears, and there's monitors glaring at my face.
there's a tower next to me, and the smell of the air smells like waffles.
there's a printer sitting next to me, with no paper in it.
there's an internet box waiting for me to hit for the internet going out.
the paper is breathing, and i'm not high.
the walls are covered in tanish carpet,
i have people on the other end screaming for me to pick up, but i won't.
i have people leaning on me, and waiting for me to pick them up, but i won't.
i have people sitting on my shoulders all day, and i won't kick them off.
they have to fall on their own.
i have rocks in my sheets, and lollipops in my pillowcase,
throw up on my blanket, and ice cream in my shoes.
i don't know where this is going, i don't know how this started off,
and i have no possible clue how this gonna end.
these words are spilling out of my fingers like cheap glue.
the phone is ringing, but not fully.
its ringing in sections, i don't know how, but i'm not high.
so. . .
what am i?