Freedom

We are robots, from our soul to our actions.

Have a mental doctor meet,

at the national laboratory.

The doctor said she will beat

doubts about social territory.

She gave me an injection,

immediately fall into sleep.

After medical section,

my machine body gave me a beep.

Metal all covered my skin,

my soul is locked in cultural prison.

Repeat social like a bin,

Ideas were locked and never risen.

Why we need to be perfect?

We're silly robots with no freedom!

Ruin wires to disconnect,

Protect our pure souls, show our wisdom!

Author's Note

The first poem in WC...Kindly review it.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

It does indeed seem society would force us all into a cookie cutter mould and eliminate all our differences for some ideal, sacrificing true beauty on the alter of some unattainable perfection.

[LuLuIcey]

Thanks. ^^ This is what I wanna express in this poem.
*Don't forgot your soul and leave yourself behind.*
I am trying it but, well, it is not a really good one...However, I enjoyed doing it much^^
Thanks, MomzillaNC

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.