Beam Me Up, Scotty

The humans have figured me out;
they know about my earthly mission.
Scotty, bleep bloopy. Bloopy bop. Bleep.
Only you will know what that means.
Anyway, the humans will try to keep
me here. So, I need you to beam me up,
Scotty. It’s different here. People hurt
others for being different: alien. Sure,
some don’t wear disguises, but most
hide behind a face that will change.
Before most sunrises, humans dream
of being part of the winning team.
There are too many surprises. Beam
me up. I can’t live in this human
body. Send the mothership, Scotty.

Depleted

For why must you need me to work at all?

Hiding in fear that you might not be used

Now I’m away, insisting that you call

Outside I’m fine, but my heart is now bruised

Someone else played you with the slightest care

Your soul is damaged because of abuse

From being complete to having no air

The machine is broken, bolts are now loose

I try to turn you on, but I can not

You glowed green before the years of torment

Your system was left on for now it’s shot

Safe to say that our time was very well spent

Now you’re dead with the circle in your eyes red

I send you away for my Xbox is dead