Why do i feel, nothing?
I can't, without things to prove I do exist
I do, become more just so I can feel something
I have become so removed from joy like a cyst

When can I be seen, valuable as I am?
Slow deaths mock souls, not worth the torture
I exist so I can fit into their hologram.
I create, talk, walk so I won't die in the future

All these rules of existence divorce my soul
I can play the game to rule in their world
At the expense of my inner peace with this toil
They cage my soul while I exist to be furled

What can we do, we are to be dirt once again?
Play hide & seek with me...count one to ten.