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I Am Human

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WRITERandPOET

Published: Sep 12, 2011

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I have feelings too.

Your words break me,
They cut through my spirit,
Like a hot knife through butter.

They crush my self worth,
And bruise my being,
To a crumpled mess.

This smile you see,
It just to cover up,
The true pain I'm feeling.

You don't live my life,
So you are not aware,
Of the hell that I have to deal with.

I have feelings,
And they can be hurt,
Just as easily as yours.

Let's make you the awkward kid,
Who's constantly being ridiculed,
For everything they are.

Let's see how you like it.

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