the gears are clicking underneath
this ironclad facade,
predetermined, when i speak
and act just like a fraud.
their figures dance and move around,
wish i could do the same.
the manual pulling weighs me down,
with strings and cords that strain.
i ache for what i'll never reach,
to act without command
and hands to break free from this leash,
to live my life unplanned.
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Author:
vic. (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: automaton - a mechanical imitation of a human being. to act in a mechanical or unemotional way.
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Interesting Read, Thank you
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