I have taken the liberty to change punctuation of this work:
Snapping Rubber Band
I am going through the emotions in my life, as though I am in autopilot;
Actions without emotion or reason. Words without meaning, Trapped in an endless cycle of press, play and repeat without ever knowing... why my parents had always looked at things differently.
They raised me with expectations that I'll never fulfill,
People I will never grow to like, customs and traditions that will always seem alien, a way of life I will never accept...
A rubber band stretched beyond reason, growing fatigue due to pressures from the outside, and from within its self suppressing any emotions that will be undesirable. Feeling increasingly bitter, with every passing day.
But one day, I will snap. I will lie there, limp, lifeless; a mere rubber casing of my former self, Blood of arsenic, skin of styrofoam, emotions of latex and a shattered glass soul...
They can try to mend the broken fragments, but it will be utterly useless, I will be damaged beyond repair. For once, they will feel what I felt, regret and hopelessness, reminiscing on what could’ve been... what I could’ve been.
In this form I think the story is much more impressive. Only now, it's regarded as proza. Maybe I prefer the proza over the "poem" this time. Well done, impressive!