And it starts off slow, then all at once.
A rush of yes and no.
Hushed tears, a voice I’ve come to acquaint.
Humans are weak creatures-
Twisted and warped in their internal fears.
Do I resent the idea of being human?
Resentment is a strong word.
I only think that the hearts of humans must be weak-
Must be weak if this is all it takes to break and