Human Being

I am no hero or villain. I’m the further away from being devil nor angel. Some people see me as prey others see me as the wolf out on a strolling looking for the next i sink my teeth into. I am neither killer or victim as well. I am not able or disabled though I am capable of many things on both sides of the coin. For all the things I’m not it seems that none on this earth still can’t figure out what to call me. I have told and retold them until I turned blue. But with all the effort I have put into it; it has fallen on deaf ears and blind eyes. After all these years hundreds perhaps, thousands haven’t grasped what to call me. Maybe I shall try with you this last time to say what or who I am. Then maybe someone will finally understand what to call me. I am the flawed, the heart beating, the soul inside a vesile. I am a human being.