we are human.
all we are
is flesh, blood
and contradictions.
Constantly
drunk on the thought
that one day worries
will dissolve and fizz away
in the overflowing glass
that you call humanity.
always thinking
of ways to make the day end faster
just so
we can have the little grain of hope
that the next day will be better.
We are human.
It's terribly hard to live in this skin
this world
this universe.
we hurt ourselves
just to know
that we can still feel.
We perfect ourselves until
we aren't even ourselves anymore;
but instead
bits and pieces of "beautiful" features.
we aren't even real.
we are human.
