They say my eyes are repairable
Like the monitors of a screen,
And I've waited a good while
To live that dream.
They say these plaques laced within my brain can be fixed
So long as they buy a new one
But I know it can't be me
If the photos and memories of my mind are none.
They say my missing limbs can be replaced
Just as the keys that rest upon your keyboard,
Yet I still cannot feel the tingle nor sensations,
Of its response to stimuli, forever ignored.
But why can't I just be me?
My mind, my eyes, my limbs,
They are rebranded - nothing like myself,
So why do people keep hoping they'll find
What they've replaced?
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
They say my eyes are repairable
Like the monitors of a screen,
And I've waited a good while
To live that dream.
They say these plaques laced within my brain can be fixed
So long as they buy a new one
But I know it can't be me
If the photos and memories of my mind are none.
They say my missing limbs can be replaced
Just as the keys that rest upon your keyboard,
Yet I still cannot feel the tingle nor sensations,
Of its response to stimuli, forever ignored.
But why can't I just be me?
My mind, my eyes, my limbs,
They are rebranded - nothing like myself,
So why do people keep hoping they'll find
What they've replaced?
And the specialties of one person exists in the way they express themselves by the difference of looks, the difference of vision, the difference of mind - each individual being represents a uniqueness - don't let the malice of others replace nor change that, for you are you and special for that reason.