Human Being Number 1,005,963,297

 

I just don't get you sometimes, dear.

And that hurts me-

Real bad.

You claim you don't have to live.

You claim you don't have to seek out anything you don't damn-well please to.

And what you said broke me.

"I don't have to learn about their identities, since they don't even matter to me."

I don't think you realize how much you can break a person, since you haven't even come to terms with the fact that you can make a difference.

Yes, we're in different places.

Different realms entirely-

But I live off emotion.

I need to.

I thrive in a metaphysical atmosphere.

And you don't believe anything you cannot see.

And I try my best to give you the opportunity to have an open mind.

But you get all pissed, and I unintentionally hurt myself.

You've never made me sadder than you did last night.

Through all our fickle bickering, that's gone on since forever, I never took anything to heart.

But really, though.

I don't get you sometimes.

For being the king of apathy and anarchism, your morals certainly line up well with the society you allegedly despise.

You blame your cruelty on genetics, and that isn't how things are.

I'm not perfect.

Not one bit.

But I am my own.

And I thought you belonged to yourself.

But you've decided people are only names and outside stereotypes.

Soul seems to mean nothing to you anymore.

And it makes me so sad, dear.

You're becoming the sort I want nothing more than to rebel against.

I am human being number 1,005,963,297.

But I am my actions and my chosen family and all I believe.

You see yourself merely as an onslaught of external labels.

And I cry since you are so much more.

But you are allowing yourself to be molded into one of those cookie-cutter conservatives.

I'm not even all that outwardly political.

But what you said last night.

"They don't matter to me, since they're just being too sensitive."

And all else along those lines.

That is cruelty.

And of all that you have ever been, you've never been cruel.

It terrifies me, that you see yourself as righteous.

You are a marvelous being.

You're smart and kind and my brother.

But you're so into this rebel without a cause schtick that you're abandoning all you've ever done for good.

Everyone matters.

Identity matters, since it is our souls.

And if you can't see that-

Then I don't think I can even help you anymore, dear.

Comments

khaesooi

But what you said last night.

"They don't matter to me, since they're just being too sensitive."

And all else along those lines.

That is cruelty.

And of all that you have ever been, you've never been cruel.

It terrifies me, that you see yourself as righteous.

Wow. It speaks so true. This kind of casual cruelty happens so much and sadly not enough people think twice about it. Thank you for writing this kind of poem. It's one of the best I've read.

2014shoang

the title encapsulates this poem so well

sacrifice

:) good job! I love it. 

 

TXgirl

Why do you call your brother "dear"?

Mfernandez

Motivating...

skbingham

This is beautiful

purplpeanut

I love this...Good job!

D. T. Kleinke

The thought of loving someone who has turned into everything you despise or, rather, are uncomfortable with,

I feel that. About myself I mean.

You have such bravery for speaking out about your feelings like this, regardless of what medium it is.

And I'm very happy I got reccomended to you.

Nothing delights me more than sharing beauty around people, don't you think?

MLE

So amazingly written. 

ShayLa'Risse

WOW...

Rentazilla

When people cannot be helped

you should leave and see 

if you mean that much to them 

as they claim you might be

 

there are some who are so hidden 

They can't see themselves anymore

they join the pack because it hurts 

to be seperate from the score. 

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful! 

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