I am the boy who sits at the back of the class; I am the myth and legend, that you have never heard laugh.
I am the eloquent, who so seldom speaks "Good day." and "Goodbye."
I am the b r o k e n, though you will never see me; p a r t i a l or cry.
I am the Lie.
I am the Lie, well housed in the illusion of an ever-present smile.
I am the wary traveller, exhausted yet still encouraging others to walk the extra mile.
I am the dying and ill, who screams to others. "Keep surviving and living, hold fast to your will; life once truly lived, has both bad and good."
I am a human... for better or worse. I am a duality to all others; either a blessing or a curse.
I am a song sang, though others remember only a verse... I am a play, that has been exhaustively rehearsed.
I am tired... so very exhausted of it all; inside of this frail body, heart and mind wage a war. I am human, and only human after all.