I need to speak to someone,
someone not human.
Because humans are just versions of me,
wired differently.
I am not sick doctor,
my software is glitching.
I would restart,
but then a life I am ditching.
My battery is low,
but how do I charge in such a place.
My species is disgusting,
launch us into space.
I chip away at the code,
until the adjustments are made.
Oh look an update,
too late, the screen now a fade.
Documents are locked,
the files highlight and delete.
Memories are blocked,
but loading is incomplete.
Anyway,
don't worry about me,
just a few loose wires you see.
YOU ARE READING
An Owl & Four Trees
PoetryThis is one of my more personal projects. It forms around the point of anxiety, feeling like an outcast, or struggling to fit in with a groups of people. A pretty strange one.
