Test me on my strength
My knowledge
My skills
But do not presume to test me
On the fiber and fabric of my soul
Judge me not
With your dull and glassy eyes
Judge me not
With a mind devoid of original thought
Judge me not
By a standard I never agreed to be a part of

I am no better
I am no bulwark of creative genius
I am no more than a boy
Trying to full the shoes of his idols
But at least the effort I put forth
Is an honest effort
Born only of my fractured mind
And weighted heart

Silly are the words
I put to paper or record
And strange are the thoughts
I voice on a daily basis
More so disturbed are the ones unspoken or unwritten
More so are the fears
That none will be remembered

Human
My mind must make itself known
And my heart must yearn for more
Must I then be tested
On how much I can supress these vital needs
Must I then be judged
On how closely I follow the tide

I tire of the tide
I tire of trying to be different
I tire of tests
Judgements
Fears
Joys
I am human
And I am weary