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Human...
I don't want him to be human
for the reason that humans are
Fragile, frail, weak, and impulsive;
Haphazard, hypochondriac, and phobic.
He'll get hurt, get scratches.
He'll have scars, have wounds.
He'll breakdown and sulk his heart out.
He'll naturally forget and be forgotten.
Human...
I don't want him to cry for temporary things,
to wear a chagrined smile on his face,
to walk around with clouds over his head.
He'll get depressed, have anxieties.
He'll get insecure, get frustrated.
He'll change himself, upset himself.
He'll despise other people, he'll probably despise me.
Human...
I don't want him to live with blood on his hands.
I don't want to leave him alone.
I don't want to hear him cry .
I don't want to feel his heart being in anguish.
He'll self-destruct, fill to the brim and give up.
He'll commit suicide, fail to protect himself.
He'll empty himself of empathy, start to doubt love.
He'll stain his soul, break his pure heart.
Human...
I don't want him to scream silence,
to live in a world full of atrocities that drive him crazy,
to think he'll die alone,
to stay dismal and depressed
I don't want him to be... Human.
Yet... it's because he's human,
that he would feel love and be loved.
It might be very selfish of me,
but... right now, I just want to clad him in iron--
Impenetrable to the withering
critiques of so-called critics.
I don't want him to be apathetic.
I just... don't want him to be human.
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
