Call me, bionic.
A girl with an electronic heart.
Perfect fusion of proton and neutron.
Call me, insensitive.
I feel the pain,
but my body tells me it’s fine.
It can be wrong a kind of installation.
Call me, human.
But how could that possibly me?
Why do we live in a story
which people called it love.
A half human, half robot.
As a human I really am too sick.
As a robot I really am so strong.
I call it, bionic.
There is a time I surely need to be a robot.
Then sometimes I need to be a human.
I’m the one who decide,