With no emotions forming.
I walk round all day,
With nothing meaningful to say.
I do all I must,
Without a feeling of disgust.
I do what I like to,
Not even a smile, I tell you.
Where is my feeling?
Nothing leaves a sting.
Where is my emotion?
Not mad despite the commotion.
No feelings of despair,
It just isn't fair.
I miss my emotions,
I have no other facial expressions.
Then I fall fast asleep,
Without even a weep.
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