Oh how I wish I could be your perfect server
You turn to those customers
with your stress ridden eyes
But keep it all masked with that vile business smile

So very slowly I am becoming what it is you need
Soon I will be carrying your ticking metal box
inside the left of my freezing chest
emotions disabled are the settings suited best

And before I realise,
as I leave through this door
I will no longer be able to switch
back to my emotions so pure.

I ask how your day is,
I cannot listen to your response

I exclaim how beautiful the spring is,
it has been years since I gazed at the sun

How am I to ever feel beauty
when I cannot feel at all
How could my work be flawed
when this box remains forever installed