Hello, my name is Human

Like clay before it's set with fire, I too am delicate

My heart is not made of stone yet it refuses to be fractured in the presence of others

I'm not immune to judgment but welcome criticism

I fear the unknown, the tomorrows that I can't control and sometimes even the dark

I panic when faced with choices I know will change my constants

When the world is silent,  I make noise

I look in the mirror and admit defeat when others see me as confident

The bible is my refuge but I read "Life for Dummies"

And like clay, after withstanding high temperatures I'm still delicate.

But strong

At the end of the day  I'm human and so is everyone else

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