Author's Note: My little sister made me think this one up by talking about how sad she was that my cat got run over. (Even at her young age, she's already a drama queen; how sad!) However, her sadness (and mine over it, after all, it was my cat that got killed) inspired this poem.
Use your imagination for who it is, because I didn't really write it with anyone specific in mind for the speaker. It's just a depressing little poem that popped into mind. Personally? I kind of invision Axel as the poem's speaker.
Wanna Be Human
You have no idea how lucky you are, kid,
to be able to run around knowing you've got a name,
a reason for being alive,
something you're destined to do,...
To be able to look at yourself in the mirror and say,
"I'm human."
I haven't been able to say that
for I don't even know how long;
I haven't even been able to look at myself in the mirror
for a while now.
Why is that?
Because I'm disgusted by the thing staring back at me.
You, you're a human with a life ahead of you
and somebody to love, friends to hang out with,
memories to share and create.
Me? What do I have?
A shitty weapon, a black cloak,
and a serious mental problem
brought on by everything that reminds me,
day after day, of what I am.
Or rather, what I 'm not.
I'm a Nobody, that's all there is to it.
So, really, it's no wonder you don't see us upset;
if we were, it would just remind us all the more
of what we want to be but can never be.
And another thing: You can cry.
That's a luxury that we don't even have.
I can't count the tears we'd all have spilt by now
if only we were capable of crying.
You humans seem to like thinking it's a weakness,
but I'll tell you what it really is.
That's a type of strength we can't gather.
Shit, kid, you even get to goout inthe sun and be warm.
You can stay out there so long you start sweating,
but whenevre one of us goes outside,
it's still as cold as ice.
Know why?
Because after you're stuck in a depression
knowing you can't experience the pleasures
that being human brings others for so long,
when you're stuck in our place knowing you're just a Nobody
and that that's all you'll ever amount to,
the sunlight doesn't seem so warm anymore.
It feels ice cold, just like the walls
that would be surrounding our hearts
if we had the luxury of having one.
But that's just one more thing you, as a human,
have that we Nobodies don't.
I'd just like to know one thing:
If we're all just Nobodies with no hearts,
then how does that fact still manage to make my chest get so tight
as if the heart I don't have
...Were breaking?
End.