People think I am a statue in a cloak,
Something just for show.
If I prove myself to them
One day they will know.
That I have feelings they’ve never even felt
I’ve seen things they’ve never seen before.
They think they are intelligent,
But clearly I know more.
I smile to myself when I think
These kids learn things, though nothing compares to me.
I can see everything they were too scared to look at.
I know who they want to be.
I know who I am just as well as they do.
For I am all living things, in conclusion
This whole earth is fake,
The life they’re living is just an illusion.