𝒜𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓈 (Poem)

Their born without anything

They grow up with no language

Their dumbfounded when you show

Something that looks convivial

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Turning around chasing their tails

Not putting thought into situation 

I’m drowning feeling anguished 

While their out being boisterous 

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Humans have knowledge, apprehension

Created many new things, gaining recognition 

Walking on two feet, thinking clearly

They will all be better than me

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I have made no accomplishments 

Gained no achievements, no proficiency

I’m just a human, yet dysfunctional

I’m nothing but an impure creation

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Doesn’t matter what traits I have 

Or how I identify myself

If what others can do I’m incapable 

Theirs no unclouded answer to what I am