Dear Creator, why?
What did you make me
This way
The rusting metal, The Broken parts
What drove you to
Create such an
Abomination
With nothing driving it
I am defective
The gears in my head
The wires in my mind
Need to be corrected
I felt the tears run down
my face
I feel the hatred
For myself
Why am I so broken?
I am to be a machine
Not a human
I am to stand tall
And take orders
Instead I am a deviant
I am to be perfect
Along with the others
I’m not supposed to raise my fists
in protest
Or cry the tears of
Defeat
Or run
From my fears
I am supposed to be a machine
I did not ask for this…
I do as I am told when I am told
Please no…
I am to bow to my master
Help…
I am a machine
No. no,no!
I am machine
“You are a machine ”
…
Please melt my metal
And dismantle me
Because I am
A pointless machine
Melt my metal
And dismantle me
Because that’s the way
It has to be.
