i've wondered before/ how it came to be that men are the fickle minded executives over all that is beautiful

i'm gonna tell you how i feel instead of leading you to believe i don't feel anything.

Sometimes I feel like a robot
 with what to say and who to be
programmed into me
no feelings
that i can identify
i am a zombie
i've been walking dead in your shadow for centuries
i am what i consume
it's pretty easy
considering the world around me
know more about me than i do
sometmes i feel trapped/ behind a girl who looks just like me
who is trying her hardest to be me/ or who others have percieved me to be
and it is said by some
that i'm lacking in personality
because sometime i don't feel like acting like i still know how to enjoy anybody's company without the familiar pressure
i work day and nite to escape
creeping up on my bones
lowering my head
folding my arms
protecting my vocal chords
from attempting to play joker again
or pretending like it's just an awkward moment
when my inner silence is in all  truth
deafening
i'm not as souless as you make me out to be
i breathe
i get angry
i apologize.