Vague whispers from within
Threaten to unbind me
From reality
Cacaphonous voices from without
Scream that in this world
That I should not exist
My mind rebels
My body crumbles
My ego a tattered cloak
A vague memory of the human form
I rise from my slumber
Choosing among carefully cultivated faces
Even as they mock me
"You will never be real"
I know I must choose one of them
For
I am hollow
Nothing but a set of Generated Personalities.
