I am a drone...
I have no self-thought...
I have no self-worth...
I merely exist to better the rest...
My friends are all soldiers,
they see things,
hear things,
taste things with their souls...
They don't understand my petty existence...
They don't see how much my worthlessness hurts me...
They don't generally notice in all actuality...
All they see is that I've a pain in my face...
they can see the pain,
they just don't understand it...
i am like everyone else,
just another thread in the society weave...
My friends are the jewels within the tapestry...
I'm just another color blending in with all others...
I want to be my friends...
I want to have self-thought...
I want to dream...
I cannot break free...
I am forever stuck in this hell..
This realization of lack of self...
I cannot escape...
I am not worthy of anyone...
I am not worth the body I am in unless I choose the only existence I do understand..
I have no views...
I have no life...
I am only a drone...