Complacent

Continuously evolving into a new being.

On the contrary, my shell seems to remain unchanged.

Monotone drones of the voices urging me to want more.

Pretend I hear what you say while my insightful eyes stare back at your self-righteous ones.

Live your life trying to achieve that robotic gloss over your eyes.

As for me, I’ll take what I can handle.

Call me unmotivated, but my motivation comes from knowing my body won’t break down from erosion.

Even in the fullest of silences, you can hear something.

No matter what, you can never be

Too content.

This poem is about: 
Me

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