HUMAN

HUMAN

I do not know how to live

I do not know how to exist as a person

All I do well is sleep and be alone

I am mesmerized at the people

Who are able to live each day with such aplomb

Able to find joy and peace in the banal things of this life

Everything is hard, everything is strange, and people scare me

I don’t want them to see the cracks

I am afraid they will see the animal underneath the skin

The heavy breaths beneath the porcelain demeanor

I hold onto myself for sanity, my silence is my strongest grip

Please show me how to do this, how to cope, to survive here

I have been drowning since I was born

My feet don’t move with the surety that humans come equipped with

Please show me how to be happily human.

Written by Jodek

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4 Comments

  1. shuga chocolata
    December 16, 06:51 Reply

    “I hold onto myself for my sanity, my silence is my strongest grip.”
    I find me in this situation, always and it’s not a good thing.

  2. INDIGENE
    December 16, 08:50 Reply

    Everything is hard, everything is strange, people scare me.

    this line got me.. I fear people and what they can do if they find out who I truly am

  3. Chandler B.
    December 16, 13:42 Reply

    Nice. ???
    It’d be easier if you look at people and remember they are also broken. Just like you. No matter how perfect their life looks, or how straight, they are broken. We all are.

    And act strong. If we act long enough we just might become our act.

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