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searching for me
I feel simulated and I am living someone else's tale.
and I keep living it over and over without a skip or a fail
and as I watch the things I do its almost as if its automatic
my hands move over the keyboard like a good working robot
a fish flopping on unfamiliar ground
someone has fed me a bunch of lies
all suger coated, for a child-its a great disguise
and like the good little girl I am
I finished it right to the last drop
whether you follow the rules or not
your still going to get hit
because really, im stupid and such a twit
forced into a box, I dont know how to get out
perhaps I should ask the girl in there...
do YOU want to get out?
she turns away from me, a solid shield back
and all I keep asking is who am I...WHO AM I?
at least by now I should have some idea
I think I talk too much, and I think I am full of shit.
what a minute...
is this me talking or this from my past?
again
random flashes of movies cross my mind
all from the way past, past
I wrap my arms around myself and wonder who holds me
where is me?
who is this person, with the trembling hands holding on for dear life
I hear crying in the distance and see the tear drops fall from my eyes
I realize
its my eyes again, speaking the language of my heart
and all I hear is pain, the same sound of a dying animal
in the basement, there and ignored
I dont know what to do anymore and I am afraid to reach out
and while I eat this and that, that voice deep inside wants to shout
but what can I say?
Im a good little girl, trained well.
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