All humans are broken inside They are all just shattered glass Held together By some ****** up duct tape The more they live And move on in life The more troublesome shards Fall from them They rot slowly Until they are dead They are all dead men Each with a due date Carved on their hearts That is when their debts are due And they have nothing But their soul To pay the price of living Humans think they're so smart But really, they're just as brain dead As the next species If not stupider They have their cliques and societies Those cute little clubs Where they harass anyone Who is considered other or lesser While the animals roam free Living short but happy lives Without a care in the world Except for the destruction That the humans cause In the natural order How can they be considered superior just because they can have thought? Thought only leads to depression Thought only leads to jealousy Thought only leads to killing I am ashamed to say that I am a Human.