Through the rainy times,
I can see them cry,
Yet I can not understand why,
We humans seem to whine
Through the wind,
I can hear them laugh,
But I wasn’t able to understand,
Why we humans holler on others’ behalf
Through the house I call home,
I could see the plates crash,
As I hear the yells mash,
And I couldn’t quite understand,
Why we humans thrash
Through the streets of stone,
I saw the evil in human bones,
And I couldn’t understand,
Why human warmth was overthrown
Through the fields of sun,
I saw them smile with joy and fun,
As I looked at their faces grow wide,
I wondered why,
I couldn’t understand,
How humans acted like
For why do we act the way we do,
To appeal to those who are fake and untrue
Why do we act on such silly things
Like hate and rage to tear those beings
I don’t understand why one would cry
Mama cries all the time, I don’t ask why
Papa stays strong, that’s what he says
It’s wrong, a lie, I don’t bother to ask why
I see those like me cry on the streets
“Just smile,” I say, “and be happy”
It never occurred it was the wrong thing to speak
Because they’ll yell and scream
“You insensitive freak!”
They get mad so easy
Everyone seemed so loud,
Just as fierce as the other mothers cloud
I didn’t ask why, I just let them scream
Is this what being human is supposed to mean?
How angry do I have to be?
How many tears must I shed with honesty?
How wide must my smile stretch for thee?
What does being human mean?
For why do kids retreat when I arrive?
Why do adults have pity in their eyes?
Why isn’t momma here anymore?
I wasn’t human enough to care for.
But I’m just a child, so how would I know?
Yes, a child – that’s all I am
The ‘Human’ will come when I’m a man
The feeling won’t stay, or so I’m told.
I’ll understand it when I’m old
Yet those my age seem to know more than me
They know the emptiness within their make
But mine is a hole I cannot fake
They seem to have the map I lack
With hearts of red and lungs of black
They know why they cry and why they ache
They know the weight of every breath they take
While I’m just a vessel waiting to break
“That’s okay! Don’t you worry about silly things,
Just wait and see what the future brings,
Life is a puzzle that falls into place,
Too complex for a child of your years to trace.”
Yet if it’s so difficult to be,
Why am I the only one who doesn’t have the key?
You say I’m young, you say I’m small
While I’m the one who felt it all
You see the ‘child’, you see the ‘make’
But you don’t see the heart you break
What is left of this vessel when the screaming is done?
Just the weight of a life that only begun
If this hollow ache is all I knew,
Then I have felt the most of you.
I have felt the most of pain,
Of the sorrow and the ache,
Yet I don’t need the silver hairs
To know the weight of the clothes i wear
I am not the vessel, I am not the ghost
I am the one who feels the most
Behind this smile, behind this view
I am human through and through
