Existing

I am a hollowed out shell, 

A mechanical human. 

I exist, 

Looking out seeing everyone "living their lives,"

I go through the motions of living. 

I Breath, Interact, put on my face. 

I smile when it's called for. 

Laughing at peoples poor attempts at jokes. 

I converse when it's called for. 

Yet when I'm not required too do these things, 

I just exist. 

No one noticing the lack of a person. 

The empty hollowed out shell of a person, 

Just making an attempt to belong.. 

Existing. 

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