I'm more machine than man
How feasible is this?
It's easy
Believe me,
Just look at my business.
I keep solitary
It's voluntary
Like stacking cards
Is Solitaire-y
It's scary
How much I'm sad on the inside
Do I fool myself into being mad?
Or am I just a fool from both sides?
My insecurity;
It worries me
How easy am I to fool?
Am I but a tool
For my own mind?
A slave of consciousness
The monstrousness
Of the kind
Of things I think
Think I things
Of love
Of doves
Of hate
I underestimate
Just how many secrets
I keep from myself
Can't do suicide
So that idea's not on the shelf
I doth
Quoth
Why's the moss
On my side of the tree dying?
Why aren't I crying
From this stress?
I guess...
I'm just a fool for myself.
Can't tell where the strings end
And the hands begin
Just another marionette
On my lonely strings
The puppet and the master
My mind is such a bastard
Keeping me
From sleeping. Me,
Myself, and I
Hate eachother
Just wait another.
Maybe I'll collect
The rent for this body and check out.
Maybe I'll see you on your way out.