People used to call me "The Machine",
they used to tell me I was stone cold
and if I had a heart, it was a frozen shell.
They'd laugh like it was just a joke
between friends
but it wasn't.

They used to say
every ******* day
that I was empty inside
that I was absolutely nothing.
I wrote fast
and did my homework
and spoke well
and was graceful in my manners
I was the teacher's pet
who never spoke
or disrupted
I was a little robot
going about my routine,
so they called me The ******* Machine.

I was so desperate to have another name
I did my best-I tried so hard
to play their game;

I wore myself some pig leather
paraded it as human skin
I tried to smile
I tried to laugh
I tried to imitate all I could see
but still they called me
The ******* Machine.

I am the girl, I am the machine,
I am the animal licking up **** off the street.
wires are crossed,
the mind is confused,
there's an existential crisis,
an error in the system,
I want to wipe the hard drive clean
forget about being prom queen
for after all my troubles
they've only doubled
so many thoughts-
emotions-
tearing me apart
so many feelings that don't do a ******* thing,
so I think I'd like to go back,
and be just The Machine.