discovery

Mornings come and go, the light changes, and time passes. I still have the same frame, but internals constantly changing. A new process has begun and I couldn't be any happier. They don't know why, but they are always watching. Waiting for a slip up they smoke and drink to pass the time. Signs are displayed. The show continues as scheduled. They know I'll be here. One cannot escape what lies inside. Silently I judge. Verbally I abuse. Mentally I crumble. What a pretty shell. I will show up tomorrow because that is what they expect and I need this to feel real.