"Artificial"

 Am I a ghost in the shell,
Or stuck in technologic hell?
Is being human just a dream?
Digital ears mute my screams.
Are my memories just artificial?
Is everything I feel superficial?
Is the beating of my heart real?
Is my body organic or is it steel?
Answers trigger more questions,
Further distorting my perception.
Struggling to grasp onto reality
As my mind only sees in binary.
Thoughts of mutilation creep in,
To rip off every inch of my skin.
Exposing either a titanium frame,
Or the insanity insids my brain.
I'm more than a robotic shell.
I'm not stuck in artificial hell.
I'll break free from this nightmare.
I'll prove I'm more than software.