Poetry

Human

I tried to be a human once, it wasn't worth the pain.

The pain I made others feel, humans and animals alike.

All I am is a speck in this universe, among many others of my kind.

Creating chaos in my own way, leaving a mess behind.

Yesterday I was dust, today I'm something more.

Something more to someone, nothing to someone else.

What is the purpose of being human? I don't know.

All I know is that today I am something, tomorrow I'll be something else.

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