I'm tired of all this,
Pretending to be happy,
Hiding that zombie I know is me.
Can someone tell me when I can be me?
That cold and uncaring human you all despise…
Don't look at me as though I'm dead,
It's more like I'm numb.
Only few emotions rule my being,
However my loyalty is king.
Gain it and you'll have me.
I can also feel shallow waves of love,
Small butterflies flutter in my heart.
Should someone gain this love;
They should be a god amongst mortals.
I'm tired of all this though.
The fake smiles and mechanical laughter;
I desperately wish to be done with all this.