Dysfunction

A grid of pixilated faces sit in front of me,
listening as I read out of a book.
I try my best to talk,
but they can't hear what I say
until I am actually done talking. 
We are moving at different speeds.
They can't hear me, 
I can't talk,
this isn't working,
none of this is working. 
The voices are static and choppy,
the don't sound at all like they should,
they don't sound real.
We are all in our own worlds,
millions of miles apart,
it seems,
though I could see people,
just by walking down the road.
But thats not allowed,
and I am stuck here,
and that little bit of connection
is all there is left.