P|astic?

by k i k i   Feb 25, 2006


Fake.
Confused.
Just plastic.

You're not real.

Programmed to make my life hell,
There's just so much competition.
Why can't I just be happy?

Please, let me be me.

Alone.
Everyone has left you,
For what you have become.

I'm ready to leave.

Now.

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