The End

Because of myself, I am afraid.
I walk around as if on parade
I know that is false, but I cannot
Shake the notion. I am a robot,
Artificial intelligence, if you will,
Responding to cues given. A Hill
I climb, striving to ever attain
The prize I desire to gain.
What prize?
Rest.

I Don't Want To

When the whole world is crying
Out to me, commanding what
I need to do, I shut them out.
I know what I should do, but
Hate doing it. I've been alone
For so long, I have no idea
How to allow someone else
Into my mind. Does anyone
Else understand the fact
That I can't open up? So tired
Of hearing what is best for me.
So tired of knowing what
I need to do, yet having no
Idea how to accomplish it.

Loving you so dearly,
Yet coming no nearly
To losing my heart
To the close dark.
I wish for your light
To invade and fight
To save me from myself.