The machine is getting a little older now. It's been there for 16 years.
It's running out of energy. It's slowly shutting down.
They try and get it to work, try starting it up in the mornings, easing it down in the evenings. But it never helps.
They don't know what's wrong with the machine, they think it's fine on the outside.
"Maybe it needs more fuel, that might make it better"
They think the machine is empty in terms of fuel and power.
Only I know what's wrong with the machine.
Only I know that it's actually broken inside, not outside.
But I won't tell anyone that it's broken.
I'll just stand back and keep quiet. After all, it's my fault the machine is broken so I should really deal with the repairs myself.
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Poetry by Kat
PoetryI'm not mentally stable and it's starting to show in my work. Have some popcorn, enjoy my suffering
