i know i’m a human

the question i’m feeling

this one has me reeling

am i a human being

being anything, just a walking corpse, just a stain, a pain, another moron penning sad refrains

am i here

can you hear

am i a human being

being anything but a carbon dioxide dispenser, a tear drop factory, a waste of your time, a waste of space, another luke warm insignificant speck

i may be a human

but what am i being

anything more than words floating on a screen, digital odes to falsified feelings

i’m a human but am i person

or just a reservoir full of pain, full of shame, taking blame, is it all just a shell game, the dice are loaded and cards are fixed

see i know i am human

just not sure what i’m doing

if i’m being a human being or being something much less

if i pen these words to you in my own blood and sign with loops and swirls before it coagulates

what have i done

and can you look into my eyes and say

you’re being a human

a real human being

you’re a person that matters

that cuts through the matters

or are you done

cause i’m right there with you

let me cinch up these stitches and re-up dementia and fall into the black hearted sun

because i know i’m still human

still hurting

still working on a being a better someone

but is that all i’m being

a being that strives to be human while no longer quite human being

is that where we’ve come

no one knows the answers but all have opinions without being aware of what’s already done

we’re all just humans

and we’re all just beings

i guess human beings are less than apealling when being and human aren’t mutually one