Being Human

Because sometimes I just feel like a freak. Misused. Misunderstood. And just plain missing. Because sometimes You just don’t see me. Like I’m hiding From everything. In plain sight And unnoticed. Because I’m half way out of the dark And I’m still practicing… Because I crave the simplicity. Of being human. And just plain being… Yet I thrive in the anarchy. Of never knowing. Anything. Because I hate the way You make me scream. In pain. In strife. In like. Because I’m half way out of the dark And I’m still practicing Being human. Because your voice Makes my mind rot. Makes me forget. Makes me want. Makes me pray. Because your insanity Turns mine into Ash. Dust. Nothing. Because I’m half way out of the dark And I’m still practicing Being human. And the hardest thing to do Just might be Being human.