Existing
I am a hollowed out shell,
A mechanical human.
I exist,
Looking out seeing everyone "living their lives,"
I go through the motions of living.
I Breath, Interact, put on my face.
I smile when it's called for.
Laughing at peoples poor attempts at jokes.
I converse when it's called for.
Yet when I'm not required too do these things,
I just exist.
No one noticing the lack of a person.
The empty hollowed out shell of a person,
Just making an attempt to belong..
Existing.