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I'm on Automatic.
I'm saying everything you'd expect.
Everything you hope I'll say.
In my Normal fashion.
Say Anything, I won't be phased.
Not after that Bombshell.
I am Serene.
I am Fine.
I am...I am...

The Gears are turning
But there's No one Inside.
Don't get me started on what You are.

Edit 10/16/2011: I'm 90% sure this is either right before Tony told me abotu how he almost won the make out contest with Emily (before they started to laugh at a comment about them needing oxygen, and him telling me the key to making out is to breathe throught your nose).

If not, it might be the time he told me he had a crush on someone, or it was that week where everyday he'd tell me some girl confessed to liking him. And I'd spend the whole day thinking he'd pick her over me because she was there. And I'd break down, because I knew it was inevitable. Because he would talk to me less....and I'd imagine he was doing awful, unfaithful things while I waited...

But I digress. This poem is about how he'd say something about being unfaithful, or there was a high chance of him breaking up with me, and I'd have to act unaffected. I'd pretend to be impressed by his accomplishments on a game, or interested in a band he was listening to....and my responses were always "That's nifty^^" or "I'll check them out, sounds good"....something happy and empty because in reality, my eyes were leaking.