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?
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