So yesterday I was stressed and kind of cried in front of my dog, who kept on
putting his paw on my shoulder in sympathy.
After my many tears, I emailed a friend of mine (who you'll see here, commenting often) because she's like
my medicine. Seriously. She always makes me feel better!
So anyways, my email ended up looking like a poem and after talking about it today, we both agreed that
I should post it up here.
putting his paw on my shoulder in sympathy.
After my many tears, I emailed a friend of mine (who you'll see here, commenting often) because she's like
my medicine. Seriously. She always makes me feel better!
So anyways, my email ended up looking like a poem and after talking about it today, we both agreed that
I should post it up here.
So, without a further adieu, I give you "The Malfunctioning Machine" . . .
I feel like a machine
Who is forced to take commands
Who is forced to function correctly
Who is forced to be perfect
Forced, forced, forced
I feel like a machine
When I am unable to take commands, I am broken
When I am unable to function correctly, I am broken
When I am unable to be perfect, I am broken
Broken, broken, broken
I feel like a machine
A machine that is now
Breaking down
My inventors say no one will care
Except me
The malfunctioning machine
