Machinery
Feel like I'm walking on bones that make up me
and I'm treated as though I'm machinery.
Machinery that needs little to no upkeep
and it's not until I stop running that you notice me.
You say what's wrong with this damn thing?
Why won't it work?
So I push on when there's nothing in it for me
and my whole body hurts.
My pleas can only be seen and not heard
long, long ago I've forgotten my worth.
Yet
I never quit
pretty good for a piece of...
I'm not missed til my battery dies
and I'm too tired even to lie.
I want to cuss the whole world up and down
but I don't.
I want to leave this life and this little town
but I won't.
I want my pain to be seen and felt
the way I've felt for everyone else
my whole life,
so feel mine.
I see and feel and taste your pain so
feel mine, feel mine.
Please, please try.
But you just push my 'on' button and work me til I die.
I see and feel and taste your pain
so feel mine, feel mine.
I said
please please...
try.
Copyright © Joy Bohland | Year Posted 2010
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