Heyoo
Well, this is my first poem. I am experimenting with what works here, so if I've screwed it up; I apologize.
But anyways- enjoy!
Neither Human nor Vulcan
Spock sometimes questioned himself.
Yet he questioned not his blood or his heritage.
No, Spock questioned his personality.
He knew that the Humans he was so constantly around wanted him to be like them.
They wanted to see his emotion, his flaws, and his Human side.
But Spock didn't want to show them that. No, more accurately; he couldn't.
For Spock did not know his Human side, He grew up hiding it and trying to ignore it.
Or, if he were more honest with himself, he was trying to destroy it.
He always was conflicted about which side to choose; Human or Vulcan.
And when he really thought about it; he still hadn't quite chosen.
He had lived for so long with the Vulcans who loathed his human blood.
They wanted to see nothing but his Vulcan side.
They ignored their emotions, and though he lived the same, he still wondered sometimes.
So, Spock was at a loss.
He wanted to be able to be….himself.
He knew his blood should make no difference in his personality…but it did.
Vulcan or Human.
He couldn't decide.
Though he would always be a little of both, naturally.
But did he really want to be?
He didn't know.
But again, if he were more honest with himself, he would realize the truth of his torn feelings.
That Spock did not want to be-
Neither a Human… nor a Vulcan.
VT