Humanity – A poem

I lay awake,

Staring at the wall,

Thinking about it all,

What does being human,

Really mean?

Is it the flaws,

That hide inside us all,

While we pretend we are strong, 

We continue to crumble and fall,

Our singular desires so small,

And as I stare at that wall,

It hits me,

Because sometimes to be human,

Is to be nothing at all.


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