Transcript: I am not real Just a cheap imitation of you Just a mirror reflecting Your personality right back at you There is no me There is no mine There is no we No us No she No he No them No nothing Just an ‘it’. A husk An object A tool A therapist A friend A lover A sibling A poser A fake A mirror A wannabe An imposter A skinwalker An enemy An ex A robot Nothing is mine Nothing is me Nothing is us There is no real emotion Just a husk Always a husk Always empty Never full Until I find something new to impersonate Just imitation crab meat Pretending to be something I am not. Yet I am longing for connection For something real For something I do not deserve For something I will never have.
It was a pain getting the audio in.
