...i robot...

i am a person with no distinct function...
whose every being was dictated
for a play called her life.

her every choice is nothing but a useless plead..
a silent cry, an eerie feeling that crushes every piece of pride
and dignity left for her...

she feels useless...not human though but more likely as a robot,
programmed by others...
she don't have a heart, feelings, dreams or a hopeful soul...
just a piece of thing doing a thing said to be doing...

but no matter how pathetic, she has to get going...
robots do malfunction sometimes, ayt?!

she'll debug her priorities and program a new software
to motivate her true goals....

she's already there...
no where left to go--
quitting is not an option-
it's the last resort!