It’s dark
I can’t breathe
My lungs are slowly collapsing inside of me
The darkness shields my eyes
The pressure of life is too much
I lose my breath
How I miss the young days
A care free life with no pressure
How did I get this deep?
So consumed with becoming a modern day copy
My uniqueness is gone
A robot I have become
So consumed with the dream
A dream of the perfect life
The white picket fence, with kids, and good job
I lose my breath
I open my eyes to see the other robots like me
I’m tired and want to become unique
I break the robotic curse
No longer a copy
My uniqueness I have found
The courage is back
Not a sign of rebellion, but of strength
I no longer lose my breath from the pressure
I open my eyes to see the light
I am alive once more
I can breathe