The Life of a Human

You want to see our lives?

You want to look into the wretched span of time from birth to death?

You want to know what we have to live through as human beings?

Very well, you will regret it

Rise

As humans, we must rise from our beds, whether it is an actual bed is out of the question

If we do not rise, we are considered lazy, shiftless… useless

And being useless in this world is the worst standard one can be held to

We wake from our dreamless sleep, the only place one can find a sliver of peace

We rise and paint a mask, pretending to be okay

But we are not okay

We will never be okay

Purpose

The Useless do not have a purpose

All the rest, those with usefulness, do

Whether it is forced or voluntary, we must work

We are either occupied with employment, education, or wandering the streets begging

Return

Return back to the place we came from

Retreat to a home or to a bench

Lie down and almost relax so that we can move to the next step of this pitiful day

Understanding

In our room or in the open, we must release

A human must remove the paint they wore to cover the pain beneath

For then, we realize that underneath, we are bent….twisted….broken

The majority understand that we will be destroyed from the inside out

We are damned to go mad inside this body!

We will grow in life only to become old and die

We dismiss this thought and close our eyes to fall into a slumber

For we know we will wake the next day and repeat this process

Until we do not