I just need this pain to end
and since I know
it doesn’t even exist,
it shouldn’t be a problem, but it is.
This outbreak of negative views
that smothers the last of my smiles
is now conducting my music
and directing my dance steps
and as I go through the motions
like they were on a checklist
I realize my own robotic tendencies are explaining me,
giving away that first impression
pressed deep enough
to last a lifetime.