Good Robot
One good little robot
Walks down the street
Gait steady, stride even
She doesn't make a peep
Beautiful, flawless
By unanimous decree
The epitome of perfection
Is what she's known to be
Head up, shoulders back
She's confident and calm
To the untrained eye
There's nothing wrong
But something hides behind
Her smile so bright
Look in her eyes
They carry no light
Years of unshed tears
All cast aside
Rusted her slowly
From the inside
Perfection is vital
The essence of propriety
She gave up her soul
For acceptance of society