i am no poem to be written

no song to be sung with all your heart

i am not a blazing sun is the infinite cosmos 

i am a human

nothing more 

i am my scars and my illness

i am scarred and scary

i am broken and fragile

i am confused and completely sure at the same time

but i am no book to be read

no story to be repeated in the whispering halls

i am not my future

just a reflection of my past

i carry with me my guilt

and with me my pride

i am alone

and surrounded by love in the same sentence

i am flesh and blood

i am human

not your beautifully tragic poetry

not your midnight blues

not yours

i am a mess

i am tragic

i am human