Lovely by Billie Eilish and Khalid playing underground 

Cyborg: Humming 
…..
[I hope someday I will make it out of here] 
…..
[Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near]

Therapist: Can you hear me? 

Cyborg: Yes, yes (hands, cloaking ears. Legs, rocking like a leaf dancing on the spine of music)
Music is a synonym for wings. Music is a synonym for wings. 
[I wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear]. 

Therapist: Tell me something about yourself. 

Cyborg: The last time I was asked about a door, I vanished into thin air.
Like a rocket, I zephyred into the space I renamed after my lost emotions. 

Therapist: A tree can lower its branches, bow to the wind, 
shade its dried leaves, and still stand. 

Cyborg: What if I tell you I see my reflection better in the dark 
and silence is another broken part of me. 

Therapist: Then enter into the light when the flowers in your eyes begin to wither. 
Drift your soul clockwise to a prayer filled with metaphors of lily.

Cyborg: But what if the light is a reminder of what can't be installed 
in my system. That a smile isn't the magical word used for happiness  
but a tag on my forehead that screams I'm ok, I'm ok.
[Tear me to pieces, skin to bone]

Therapist: Go to the water. Talk to the waves. Ask the mermaids
to write a poem that will restore you to a language that breathes. 
 
Cyborg: Do you know how much code it takes for a river to give 
a monochrome picture of my broken smile, how many times 
I heard a voice saying hide it, hide it, a wound so big can't be seen by the world? 

Therapist: No matter what, do not shut down. 

Cyborg: hold my hand, take me home, I will breathe in this poem.