Bad Reflection Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Everday the clock just tics away.
What can I say.
Tired of marching to that same old drum.
Looking for that ultrasonic hum.
Hating what I've become.
A slave system.
I'm nothing more then another AI.
Created by the same society that has abandoned me
Nobody would cry if I die.
Not that they should.
But it would be if it atleast felt like they would.
Take my failures, take my shame, take my emptiness, take my self pity, take my loss, take my hate, take every negative emotion and feeling I have put them in a paper cup and swallow them down.
I'm so tired of take the higher road.
So here's the big f*(k you.
This time I will be the one who doesn't care.
Hammering out the brittle emotional despair.
The glass house has been shattered.
Time to watch someone else try and pick up pieces.
See how they do, watch what they go through.
Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Bring forth your demons, I'll bring mine and we will see who survives.