I'm not human I'm something different
maybe that's why they act so indifferent
I've done everything they want
but they act like I don't have a heart
despite the wires that twist under my flesh so warm
it all ends up to my heart, something so human
something that they think clanks like my foot on the concrete
they think me obsolete
I'm a thing to them a scan on a can, a point in a data base
but I'm never the same race they think me something like a machine working off oil
but if you cut me I will bleed that red color onto the soil
I'm human, I just want someone to see that
I feel the pain, of grief, of anger, that I'm plagued the same
I'm the rat in the lab, yet I understand the pain of the humans outside the glass.
Apr 8
Apr 8, 2026 at 11:48 PM UTC
I'm not human I'm something different
maybe that's why they act so indifferent
I've done everything they want
but they act like I don't have a heart
despite the wires that twist under my flesh so warm
it all ends up to my heart, something so human
something that they think clanks like my foot on the concrete
they think me obsolete
I'm a thing to them a scan on a can, a point in a data base
but I'm never the same race they think me something like a machine working off oil
but if you cut me I will bleed that red color onto the soil
I'm human, I just want someone to see that
I feel the pain, of grief, of anger, that I'm plagued the same
I'm the rat in the lab, yet I understand the pain of the humans outside the glass.
this was for class based off the themes and scenes in cinder the book by marissa meyer
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