Everybody look above my shoulder.

They like me, they talk to me, but they don't really care.

If I'm hurt, if I'm sad. It really doesn't matter

It is always about what I can do for them.

Why can't people love me just for being me?

Why can't they ask me how I'm doing without make a request?

I feel like a machine, or more accurate, a trained dog.

Waiting for a person to tell me what to do and expecting a reward.

I mean, a fake reward. Because a prize that would really make me happy is way beyond my reach.