I would not like to be a feather, light and free
I'll take the shards and be sharp as a weapon,
And be molded to something new, again & again

I would not like to be human, kind and horrific
To be something I could not explain into words
I sense to have no senses at all
At times, to see and be blind to the core
To pretend to have purpose at all cost

To be on the brink of collapse,
And be reflected in society, political and what not

can you explain something that could explained in the languages we created at all?

I think I've taken my inner monologue to my machine, and am a machinery now.

I am, and I am not.
I think, and I don't have thoughts at all.
I'm programmed, and was never programmed at all.