Human machine

I have some things to get off my chest,
things that I keep hidden nonetheless.
I've been stricken and sickened by hate,
Feelings and emotions that I contemplate.

When the moments unfold I feel destracted,
Like some insane madman spun on his tactics.
I'm agrivated and elated combined with sorrow,
Multiple personality's with the thoughts I borrow.

Most of the time I don't even know who I am,
Sometimes I think I'm Bundy or the Son of Sam.
Characteristic traits that will make most scared,
These things are the most strangest I've shared.

There are times when I'll cower away inside myself,
Frightened by the fact that I've created this living hell.
Justified that I've turned into the worlds pile of shit,
A human machine within a broken mind gone lunatic.