I am an alien.
This is not my home.
You all blame it on
"being human",
all those imperfections.
I wish I was human.
Capable of consoling my short-comings
with lies about my inabilitys.
I am capable.
Perfection is possible.
So why lie?
You wouldn't sell a diamond
at half price.
I wish I was human.
Able to neglect my emotions
for fear of their disappointment.
But no...
I cannot forget my duty
I just want to go home again.
- Gloraeanna
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
I am an alien.
This is not my home.
You all blame it on
"being human",
all those imperfections.
I wish I was human.
Capable of consoling my short-comings
with lies about my inabilitys.
I am capable.
Perfection is possible.
So why lie?
You wouldn't sell a diamond
at half price.
I wish I was human.
Able to neglect my emotions
for fear of their disappointment.
But no...
I cannot forget my duty
I just want to go home again.
- Gloraeanna
I don't understand the phrase "you're just human" that people say when you make a "mistake". What does making mistakes have anything to do with being human? Mistakes are only mistakes once you regret them. Otherwise they are just actions. Judgment makes everything so complicated.
Even angels can make mistakes, Satan for example.....
©Go Home by Gloraeanna
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