Μη μου τους κυκλους ταρασσε

Sometimes I feel I'm in preservation mode.
I eat just enough in order not to pass out.
I sleep only to fit in.
I function only when necessary just so I fool people
I give just enough love to avoid questioning.
And the smiles, oh the smiles. They are my saviours, my ubiquitous camouflage that never fails me. Except from when the software gets to randomly choose one and decides to have some fun.