Spock

It does not seem as though it were so.
Impossible, you can never predict.
Uncertainty is my enemy.
So logical, am I born to defect.

My eyes are hard, and I’m watching you close.
Emotionless, I have my thoughts in control.
Graduated at the top of my class.
My time is coming to pass.

Mother, show me out now.
Mother, teach me pain.
Father does not want me.
I feel I am his bane.

I have emotions, but I bury them deep.
Every once in a while I can feel them creep.
I don’t want to lose control of my faculties.
But the irrational is a whole half of me.

Mother, show me out now.
Mother, teach me pain.
Father does not want me.
I feel I am his bane.