Summon the troops, it's war.

A woman whom i've spent 18 years of solid life admiring turns out to be nothing but a cookie cutter fake who can't own up to her own faults. There's always a little history to each of our skepticisms. Now I see why i'm so damaged in the relationship department. You are a robot, aiming to please everyone while inside your heart is hanging by a thread. I am dissapointed and that isn't even the half of it. I always believed in you and even knowing what I know now I still do. You can't do this to me though. You cannot unload a huge burden such as this and expect me to sew my lips shut and stifle my screams. Oh god how I pray that you'd just scream. I wish you'd do something to let us know that you aren't a prototype or a clone straight off the production line. Yet you insist on keeping your life neatly trimmed just so. No need to let people know that you are human.