Today I realized
for the first time
that I am not a robot.
I have been dreaming,
caught up in my own
imagination, only
to be pushed heavily back down
into the harsh wasteland of
reality. Piled up like
a heap of scrap metal,
I now look at myself and see
not an overly-logical robot
without emotions
but just a fragile little girl
with a conflicting heart and mind and
no idea of what’s to come.
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Not a Robot
PoetryThe thoughts behind this poem's narration are: I used to be of the opinion that I was quite similar to a robot. Although I had emotions, I did not understand them. This fact, paired with my overly logical mind, made me think I was robot-like. But re...
