It is not a poem, but a mere thoughts
A question that screams misery
For every living soul, blessed be
From a tired human being,
In a suffering spree.

She says, in tears.
    "Do i have to remind you,
That i have feelings?
That i can break down?
That i can be tired?
That the heart i have,
is capable of feeling hurt?"

Another tear streams down,
through her pale face.
She speaks, softly yet
miserably desperate.

"That i'm also,

       A human being?"