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To Be a Robot

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Wakerra

Published: Nov 3, 2009

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They call me The Robot
I've learned to stop caring
My feelings distraught
No longer worth sharing

My life has been cruel,
Brutal and coldhearted
Throwing my emotions in a whirlpool
A fate that can't be darted

What hurts me the most
Won't leave me alone
Like a parasitic host
That can't be thrown

Suicide is a thought
But out of the question
A fate not to be sought
And a pointless action

Instead I have found
A safer painkiller
As my problems amound
To some it's a chiller

I no longer feel
I no longer care
Who needs to heal?
When you're no longer aware?

I no longer cry
I no longer laugh
I may seem dry
As sun-dried chaff

They call me The Robot
The one without feelings
I no longer give thoughts
To tugs at my heartstrings

I've learned to shut out
What hurts me the most
Those who like to shout
Are yelling at a ghost

And should I care?
That my insides are scattered?
When I'm no longer there
Nothing's left to gather

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2017 Spiritual sequel To Be Human

Had a rather interesting thought train on the way to school today. Everywhere its Robots turning humaniod, but in reality, can this effect reverse? can someone whose hurting so much turn robotic? shut out the things that hurt them the most to survive?

what causes people to feel fear to something, what causes them to laugh at another? why do they feel guilt and cry? is this something we can control? can we just...shut it out?

ya I have weird thought trains