Newborn

Newborn, skull like chalk, chipped away;  
Chiselled by an unrelenting, iron fist. 
 
Retreat back inside your mother, child. 
She will keep you safe. 
 
She will take her warm hands and mould you like clay. 
She will tell you that you can be soft. 
 
Over the sound of her lullabies, child,  
They will drill out the multiples of three. 
 
Hack away at your brain,  
Leaving nothing but circuits. 
 
Grade your ability to memorise and retain,  
Until you’re left running on autopilot. 
 
Down the factory line, 
Stripped, cloned, lobotomised. 
 
They will carve you out of stone, with your own barcode, 
Ready to be bought and sold, 
Bought and sold, 
Bought and sold. 

Desensitisation

As a generation, we’ve become desensitised to everything.

Our identity is changing as a result.
I believe that everyone, at one point, has felt ‘inhuman’,
For me I struggled with feeling anything for others, I was numb and apathetic to the world and needed antidepressants in order to feel ‘normal’ again.
For a while I forgot that people around me were not just characters in my story, that they were human, that they had feelings and lives and families to go home to.
I was still capable of showing care, but somehow it didn’t feel genuine.
I even forgot that I was human, I felt like a machine working on auto-pilot.
Somehow I believe the education system was partly responsible for this, making us all feel like we were robots on a factory line.
That’s why I think our generation goes to such extremes, dousing ourselves in drink and drugs, just to feel something. To feel anything. To feel anything is better than to feel nothing at all.