you realise that even though you have plenty of adoration
you are everything except a human
you are a flesh covered machine, nothing more
say goodbye to old lives with zero burdens
you’re bound to this

the people who love you for you
their screams are endless, they want to give you a break because
they can see the human beneath your calloused skin,
the truth behind the permanent smile on your face
and they want to love the human,
not the machine

but the uppers do not listen
what humans? we only have machines.
this is an industrial factory,
we do not have machines labelled “humans”.