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Human Nature |
| Written by August Blackwood | |
| Tuesday, 05 August 2008 | |
Perfectly human Eyes watching my back. Living a lie That brings absolutely evil smiles To those you thought who loved you. They don't love me. Maybe they do. But they love someone else, The image that remains untrue, Despite of all the hours it Stayed put on my eyes.
Family never ends, It never disappears. Though essential, Its nature And structure Disguise the inconsistencies beneath.
In necessity, I remain silent, Waiting for the right Moment To make them know. Boiling soul Beneath my blood, It is unknown. Tears falling When eyes don't watch And when the walls don't hear.
"Fear cannot be forgiven. It is a sin," the false words that haunt me to this day, taught without my knowledge and fed to me in my daylight dreams.
Human nature Has never been More isolated From caressing hands.
"You are dangerous."
I cannot hate.
"You must sometimes. To hate keeps you safe."
I love all.
"Hate yourself, if you must."
I tear my heart out From its roots.
My opinions... Are perfectly Normal. I Have nothing to say To scold your mind But I am not you.
"You base them off of statistics, lies of the human mind. You must feel to know morality. Morality is simple. Simply accept it."
I cannot hate. I cannot hate My mind.
To believe what I do, Is nothing Other than The pridefulness Lurking in The dark Corners of my soul, you say.
"You are lost. You're going insane."
No. we are all Twisted, Darkened, Crazed, And bleeding.
"You don't know us."
Neither do you me.
"Wake up. Don't talk back."
I am normal.
"You are not."
My thoughts are mine. Must they be yours?
"You are lost. What have you against us?"
Not a word Of complaint For others. I do not Despise, Though my heart So aches to. You are my light, My dawn of day. I agree with most Of your taunting words.
Yet, even though Your thoughts Begin to dig deep Within me,
Living a lie Is a sin to me.
"And is this lie from us?"
Yes, And from myself as well.
"Then, you are not our daughter."
Never once, Did my true nature Contort to The shape Of your twisted Expectations Of supposed Greatness.
"You are the oldest."
I hardly Take notice Of that.
"You're too different."
I know, Though I shan't Tell you that The rest of my siblings Are as well. It is hard to notice yourself.
You hate me for being human.
"We do not hate you. We love you."
I am human.
"We know that."
And you hate it. Should perfection, And winning of competition Be the happiness In your eyes?
In the far future, I may become A parent myself. I can imagine, Even now, The same words Of yours Coming out of My mouth. The words of fear and worry.
It is human nature, Not a decision of morality.
Obeying human nature, You are no different from me. As a child, I behave so, For human nature Told me it must be done.
"You worry us with those words. You need a doctor."
No, We all do.
"Don't you feel guilt?"
Not if it is irrational.
"Stop giving us that rational crap. You're not a god."
I know that. But, Neither are you. Human, That name was given to you,
And it is no shame, So keep it dearly. Copyright 2008 August Blackwood |
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