Error to Human

I’m emotional

And sensitive.

There is no rational reason as to why

I cry harder,

Feel stronger,

Tire quicker.

I don’t know why I shatter into fragments from the smallest of things.

It’s a maddening incontinence. 

 

I’ve learned to grow.

Seeds of wisdom blossomed from once parched dirt

Over the ages I crawled and bruised my way through.

I have a clearer understanding of how the universe works now

But I am in no way a master. 

There is still so much more to discover

And that alone is what I believe grounds me.

That simple curiosity

Of what will happen next.

 

I’m emotional

And sensitive.

There’s no rational reason as to why

My soul pours into everything without my consent.

As if it’s always desperately reaching out to grasp something.

An error in being human, I suppose.

 

I have grown to see that I wear my heart on my sleeve.

It’s a fact I sometimes have difficulty accepting.

A fact I often shun away

Because it can be crushing to feel so much, so quickly and all at once.

I wish I were better at pretending

And hiding from feeling

But I can’t seem to wrap my heart in clever and beautiful metaphors or allegories like some can.

There are many things left to learn, I suppose.

But what I have learned so far is:

When a person says they do not feel

They are the ones who feel the most.

I know this to be true

Because I say the same lies too.