Robot

 I am nothing but a robot.

going through the motions to live,

but not living life.

I have nothing to look forward too, 

but sad memories.

Promises and agreements made,

that are always broken or forgotten.

I have no goals, no ambition, no purpose.

I suck money from my X husband,

because I cannot work or support myself.

I sit in my treehouse and watch the critters,

that is my life....

I get pets, because they give me something to do, a responsibility to keep alive...

Is this my life now?

An old crone, sitting in a treehouse, tending to the wildlife...

Alone, hollow and rejected, not real.

I am a robot...nothing but moving parts, with no soul.

Trying to please everyone, 

at the expense of myself, my identity.

A robot with moving parts that have no heart..

A robot with no identity, but called many names.

Everyday, I count the minutes until the day is over,

one day closer to death.

Nobody will miss a robot, my parts will be nothing but scrap...

I try and stay busy with mindless shit...

Just like a robot, programed to do certain things, tasks, whatever.

Nothing but a rusty old robot...

Sammy

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I just read this...Sammy has a way of putting how I feel into words, she is spot on...I think she knows my soul better than any of the others....

S