Human

Human.
A term not welcome amongst most,
Or at least most that I know of.

I know that they don't understand.
That they laugh when I'm not looking or listening.
As much as I try to act like it doesn't hurt,
It's hard to hide what I'm truthfully thinking.

And what about them?
Do they know, or even care,
Of the scars that hide behind a less than perfect face?
Is this all they see?
I may not be fortunate on the outside,
But inside,
I know I'm still human.

They tell me that my opinion is wrong.
I just can't fathom the shallow,
Idiotic way that they choose to think.
What good will come of this?
Are they the ones who will end up face down in a ditch?
Or will I take their place?
Just because I don't feel the same way.

These words here,
They mean nothing.
No one will listen, and no one will hear.
I'll stand cold and alone,
Not a soul on my side.
And yes, I know I will cry.
I'll try my best to hide the tears behind the smile
That I'm so ashamed to bear.

Please,
This is the last chance I have.
And even though I know you won't listen,
I have to try to reach your closed minds,
Hoping that the locks remain open.

You may see me as foolish,
Naive,
Stupid.
You shove me onto the ground,
And I fight to pull myself back up.
I cover my wounds,
Scars that have almost healed.
But they still bleed
Time, and time again.

Try to see behind my useless defense.
I'm a broken mirror.
I'm not sure who I am, and I'm very sure
You don't know who you are yet.
And though my problems may not seem so extreme as others',
I still struggle to keep myself awake.

We are all human.
Do you understand?
I should know better than to think you do.
You'll laugh when you hear these words,
And the last small light of hope
That in the back of your mind,
Your thoughts are clear
And you can comprehend how I am feeling,
Will disappear.
And the world will be dark.
As it always has been.

Go on and laugh.
That's the only thing this pain is good for.
But someday I hope
Your cruelty will come back to haunt you.
That I will find my wings
And learn to fly.
But I will only have them broken again,
And I will free fall,
Watching all those who have stepped on me,
Raise up higher and higher.

I know that this life isn't fair.
Not in the slightest.
But I will still hold my own.

Beauty.
A term that has lost it's meaning.
Kindness.
A term that barely exists.
Human.
What we are.
Or at least some of us.

But we all get stepped on.
And we are not aloud
To raise ourselves back up.

Reviews

[HappyTaylor]

There are a few of us...."non-humans" out there. Trust me. This is a beautiful poem, once again. And I just want to let you know that you are a FABULOUS writer. Your poetry is meaningful and lovely. This one hits me, and I know many others, dead on. Stand up my dear. Stand up and show them you are NOT afraid. Because with writing like this, and feelings like this, you shouldn't be afraid to show yourself.