What I'Ve Become

I've become tired all the time And I wake up at noon My dreams are too realistic and Nightmares have begun to comfort me With their broken, clipped, harsh sounds I've become to breathe with effort It is no longer an automatic mechanism that requires no help But a project that I work on all day Processing the steps and remembering my task Like a child learning her first song I've become to keep to myself Never joining for meals or Leaving the comfort of my cold, dark room Where nobody will disturb me It will be just me and music I've become emotionless Like a rock, or a dirty street curb I will provide you with no sympathy Or gratitude Only a solid form that has a presence I've become dysfunctional Because one of my pillars has been taken down One of strings was strummed too many times One of my gears needs oiled And one of my organs needs repaired I am not myself. And who are you?