Lifeless Bodies

 
The pains that are building behind a bridge I believe is also shielding
giving the impression of numbness when that is far from what I am feeling
I'm hoping  for peace while introverting and searching for seclusion,  
battling the shadows of loneliness while denying I long for inclusion  
I mean I am amongst others who are all lifeless bodies
programmed to keep reenacting moments with out always showing verity  
The girl who always smiles, always smiles
and the boy who frowns always frowns
as though there reality exist with out any duality  
a world with no ups or downs means we are suppressing factuality  
the optimistic never comes close to depressions border
and the depressed never stray from their self-defeating personality disorder
I wonder is it that chronic
 that they have all become so  robotic  
that scripted emotions have removed the chaotic
to the point where we view normality as exotic  
I myself am a bit complex , to the point I am perplex to how to put myself into context
but I will not single my expressions or bottle my emotions
I am perfect only at being imperfect  
personified into a iceberg that pierces the cold waters surface  
yet I have become so good at hiding so much  
that I seem unresponsive and numb to any touch
Like man who is machine I don't feel my heartbeat and I no longer breathe
accepting I am now a life less body  
sadly  
I set out to show them the me that once again I only allow them to see