A machine.
I feel like a machine, manipulated and used for parts.
A fault in my code, no resolution.
People use their weird side towards me because I won't judge them.
I'm used to be some sort of clown, maybe a circus robot.
It's fine, I'm childish. I get that.
But maybe I want a taste of what it's like to mature,
It's just people don't see that. They give me the side of them they know i won't ditch them for.
The goofy side, the fun one.
Because I'm the fun one.
The circus clown who keeps a smile across my face.
I don't mind it, it makes me feel happy that people show their inner child.
But people still wonder what happened to the one with the Brocken weird circuit.
And yes, she is here. A machine heart, bandaged.
YOU ARE READING
random shit and thoughts
عشوائيThis is a vent page, so if you a stranger I don't recommend reading although so many strangers have read this already. I'm sorry, never vented b4 lol. Have fun ig? 😭
