Get up
Go in
Go out
Go home
Sleep
Life on repeat
Wondering
When the next song will come
Secretly, I wonder
Who am I?
I'm lost inside myself.
Beyond redemption
What's the bloody point?
Who cares whether I do to work tomorrow,
or die tonight.
I dare not share myself.
All the other dolls will cast me from their rotating culture should I dare to
think.
or feel.
Can I still feel?
Sometimes, I feel like I'm watching,
My Life, Season 3
Unable to change the outcome.
Powerless
I can only sit and watch
the hollow world walk past.
Spinning beneath my feed
Painted on eyes
Stare into my hollow skull.
Their soulless.
I'm soulless.
Surely, I must have a job.
A purpose.
Something beyond the plastic boyfriend.
My plastic friends.
This whole, bloody, plastic universe.