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.
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