Naked in a world foreign to my body
Tears well up
A refusal
A protest
Amidst the overwhelming reality before me
I tremble
Unable to breathe
Afraid to utter a sound
Suppressing all movement
For fear that the world will hear me
See me
Acknowledge me
And take me with it
In its churning jowls
Pressured production
Cyclical aging
And infinite pain
My heart pleads and bargains
Against what quickly approaches
I am growing older
By the passing hour
Minute
Second
Forced into the assembly line
With a ball and chain at my feet
I am scared
Of what mechanical existence lay ahead.