Tin Man

programmed to live this everyday life mechanical actions and emotions going through the motions thoughtlessly always present but never really here feeling trapped within aluminum walls no way for anyone to come inside yet no way for me to break out lost soullessly inside myself mechanical smiles, my cheap facade making others believe the falsehoods that make up my true existance my laughter has a metalic ring that wchoes throughout this tin-foil place creating an ache unlike any other nowhere to hide from the enemy when sadly I find, the enemy is me mechanical bits and broken pieces welded carelessly into the haphazard shape of the woman I see staring back tearfully from the looking glass the cold hard truth has found me at last I couldn't hide future, present, or past my true identitiy has finally appeared it is the "Tin Man" that resides in here