At what point did I stop caring,
I'm not entirely sure.
When did I stop feeling things?
I don't know the answer to that either.
People laugh hard at things that are funny,
I struggle to force a smile.
Maybe my happiness is lost in the haze of all of the put downs,
all of the constant reminders of what I have done wrong.
All I know is that I am now a robot,
void of any real feelings.
I'm sorry to those it is affecting,
I just can't help it.