Am I just a machine to you?
Do the gears of my heart not turn, for you?
Do the cogs in my brain rust together in yours;
Do you think I no longer appreciate the stars?
I may have become numb to a certain kind of pain,
A certain kind of sadness,
a certain kind of anger-
but you treat it as though I do not feel at all.
When in reality,
I feel everything;
from the death that was not mine,
to the cuts I did not make.
I wish I could let you see
this certain part of me
because you rush to help her,
to make sure she is better,
that she is not upset,
but as soon as she hurts me?
You disappear.
Where is my pity?
Where is my happiness?
Are you really trying to take it from me?
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Deception
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over a couple of years. Hoping to be published someday. Excerpt --------- When in reality I feel everything from the death that was not mine, to the cuts I did not make. ( "Machine" )