Random Somewhat Depressing Poetry

Built From Guilt

Built From Guilt

Bad luck

flows through my veins

and my bones

are built

of rickety metal

I am a lost

and wandering

spirit

but still I have the form

of being human.

My thoughts seem artificial,

what I feel is programmed,

nothing about me

is unique.

I am rusting away

quicker and quicker

everyday

as the rain soaks

through my flesh

and cuts into

the little bit of

me that is still left

I do all that I can

to protect

that one last piece of me,

shielding anything

I can

and hiding everything

away from visibility

going back to invisibility

as the ashes of

my mechanical moments

drift away on the wind

and my metal cracks

I can't look back

to the life I used to have.

I am an outcast

even to outcasts.

I am a freak,

even to the freaks.

I am weaker,

so much weaker,

than all of the weak.

My heart

is made of circuit board

shorting out

and sparking

And my tears are made of oil

dripping down my plastic face

made from the same mold

as everyone else

I cannot fix myself

because I'm not

a mechanic

and my actions

are manic

I am malfunctioning

My mechanisms

are breaking

and my batteries

are running down

but no one can tell me how

to put my pieces back together

and I fear

I may be gone soon

Maybe I can meet

the man in the moon

once my gears all

fall out

and my circuits

short out

because I am worn down

and I am worn out

from trying to be

someone else.

- Rein_Has_No_Brain