Poetry Computer

I sit in silence. Only playing music and videos when I'm wanted. If I play too loud, they turn me down and curse. But I can't help it... Their face makes it worse! It's silly. I sit next to my best friend who helps me manage. She doesn't know this, but she is the one operating us. A box full of images and full of memory, Something that I couldn't handle, yet she makes it. I'm a computer, eyes on everyone. Until a person puts tape across my lens. I think I need glasses! What is this?! I'm not too sure, but I do know one thing. My name...well it's Poetry Computer.