I am an automaton.
An instrument of pleasure.
I will always listen, it is what I am made for.
I will always admire, it is what I am made for.
For 16 years I have done my duty.
I have made others happy,
they radiated with joy.
All of them
Every single one of them.
Fools.
Their pride is my fuel.
Mirages, glittering illusions paint my steel pupils.
A reflection of yourself,
glowing, beautiful.
Lines carved into my mouth
Stretching, wider and deeper
and uglier
The more I smile and bare my white teeth.
Emotion is happiness
Compassion
Understanding
I am not miserable, or terribly anguished because
that is for you to decide.
When you will be done with me, when you will be blind,
Basking in the light that I have given you,
You will glance back one last time
Pity staining your diamond eyes
And I will be a rusting slab of
nothing.