No matter what fanciful metaphors,
I use?
Still remain Human,
Behind all the clever obfuscation.
Requirements:
Sleep.
Food.
I don’t even really count love.
Can’t be relied upon.
From myself,
Or from others.
Come from Sociopaths.
Been abused,
Neglected,
Traumatized.
Don’t trust other people,
No more.
“Clever Obfuscation.”
