You think you're too old Too cool and not brave enough to slip a childish, stupid thought into a sea of well-thought words. You are forced to act mechanically. Forced by the annoyed expressions on people's faces. Their eyebrows bent at you their snarly lips judging you by the second. Each day has a heavy fog that looms around your head beckoning---- am I who they want me to be?
Reason for writing:
I feel sometimes that I act mechanically, like a robot to
please people and I don't want to but I fell like I have to.
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