Fragmented and whole.
Dealt a blow by this world and its inhabitants.
Pieces of me fell about but where I was missing, I forged myself anew.
I too am young and old.
Foolish enough to think that I am capable of much more than what my age permits but wise enough to know where I must restrain myself.
I am an optimist and a realist.
Maintaining a positive mind but accepting of the things in this world that I cannot change.
I cannot be defined by one word-for even attempting to do such a thing would be madness-for that of which I am.
But I am sane enough to know myself.
One word does not define me.
Neither does all.
Then what does this make me?
It makes me Human.
Nothing greater nor any less.
I am Human.