I am barely human
Touch is hilarious
But I find it dissatisfactory
I don't see it the same

I am, but a product
I've come to learn
And  learned to see
Organisms that my mechanism can hold in focus
I treasure them
But I don't feel their physical form
It's transparent to my being
Always end up  squeezing too hard
Or not tightly at all
It will never make sense to me
Tangibility is impossible
Now,
So overdosed with misery
And sympathy
I can't facilitate the human quality
Too many variables