• Maybe humans are poems
    Expressing our feelings
    Though we don't know them
    Living, walking, breathing beings
    Who get false promises
    Mixed with our hopes and dreams

    Lines and lines that rhyme
    We have no sense of time
    Putting ourselves away to seem small
    Are the other actually tall?

    Hiding ourselves in every verse
    Speaking words that everyone will curse
    Felling emptiness on the inside
    Why do we still hide?

    Hiding is some thing I'll do no more
    I know what I live for
    I'm not just another human poem
    I have feeling and I know them