Robot

I am a robot.
I am made of the finest metals,
The finest technology,
The finest abilities.
Sturdy and virtually indestructible,
Clever and quick in the mind,
Helpful when the opportunity presents itself.
Show emotions only when needed,
Rarely shed a tear, or bare a true smile.
Honest when it is necessary,
A liar during other times.
I act as a human,
To keep my secret hidden.

I am a robot.
My programming,
My instructions of life,
My key to success,
So specific on what I need to do.
I must be every human's protector,
From themselves, others, and the emotions that follow.
I must be every human's scapegoat,
Getting blamed, sharing the blame,
And I must take it with no regrets.
I must remain silent about myself,
Or my trade secrets will be revealed to the world.
I must show no emotion,
Unless it's of happiness or calculation,
Love, joy, or peace.
Regardless of what my system really feels.
I must remain proud of myself,
Though I feel an ache of disappointment.
I must follow orders given to me,
Because it is essential to my survival.

I am a robot.
I go haywire once in a while,
And go against my programming.
I act so human-like,
I shed a tear every so often,
I bare a real smile,
I feel real emotion.
I've grown a heart somehow,
Which allows me to feel love.
I've grown a backbone,
Which allows me to stand up for myself.

I am a robot,
Who's programming,
Is more of a guideline.
There are times where my glich,
Goes back into normality.
My system then follows the programs,
But it only works for so long,
Before another powerful glich.

I am a robot.
I will soon be given a new program,
Better than the one before,
One were gliches won't happen.
Humans better be ready,
Because I will not crack,
I will not feel emotion,
I will not feel anything.
Beware,
Because I'll just be another "human",
Walking down the street.