Production Line

Lost in my thoughts it's all passing by
I stopped seeing them when I realized they'd never seen me
I'm just another piece in this machine
But this ain't just any ol' machine
It doesn't slow when cogs come out, broken and used,
It keeps producing no matter how many pieces it loses
So here I sit, watching products and pieces pass by
No one will notice I've dropped from the line
But it's better this way that nobody sees me
If they did they'd give a lobotomy
Dissect me and fix me
This way they can't see my secrets, fears, and humiliation
So I'll lay here on the floor with the other broken pieces and products
In my comfortable confusion, lost in my mind, stuck in this labyrinthine production line