Human
What am I? Who am I?
Not the one who believes what I am.
You know me? Yet I don't even know myself.
A figure of a make-belief arrogance.
Simply because I'm Human.
Afraid to show. Afraid to tell.
All I know is I am human.
One that leads his thoughts with emotion.
Scared of death and the fleeting time.
So scared that "he" can't help but cry all the time.
If I'm alive, am I human?
But what about the beasts outside?
Are they human?
If I fall with my own hands, am I human?
Blessed with all the imperfections?
Disregarding the furless skin,
Without remorse to it's own kin.
Is that Human?
My reflection shows that I am Human.
But am I really human?
Not some beast or an alien?
Who am I? What I am?
If who am I is what I am,
Then what am I?
But simply only human.
If I get angry, sad, and happy,
Is that being human?
Not a lie told by constant hypocrisy?
If I can be like the birds that fly,
Can I be the same as those who pass by?
If human is what I am, then...
"Are you human?"
Copyright © Rize Dvill | Year Posted 2023
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