Inhuman human

Inhuman human

Hey you
The one with the smile
That doesn't reach your eyes
The one with the hair
That is never let down
The one that puts on make up
For their cover up
The one that is beautiful
But hides in the shadows
The one that never stands tall
Especially when everyone falls
The one who writes
But never shares
For her pieces are too personal
They'll raise a sudden uproar

She turned to look at him
Her eyes were so dim
"Penny for your thoughts?"
She turned and walked away
'Rude' he thought
But to give up, he wouldn't
She had secrets
And he was curious
A star so bright
There had to be a flaw
He wanted a topic
She would be perfect

Droplets of the rain
Left to dry on the glass
She watched them closely
And wished she were them
Humans were inhuman
And she hated them



"Sieve
Place them on the plate
Don't have them know their fate
Move only with the best
Then Leave the rest
The competition's till death
For love or wealth
Or knowledge or Fame"

She hated that advise
Heard a few people say it
While others acted on it
A competition that doesn't matter
It never did to her but them?
They'd Suck you up and let you wither
Opportunist, time servers
Selfish, self seekers
They'll kill you for it all
Always happy to see you fall

The next day he tried again
She was in a good mood,
Didn't know when she smiled
His cue to continue
He took the seat and got comfortable

She let him in,
Let's give them a try
Maybe he'll be different
Maybe I could teach him
Do to people what you want them to do to you
Maybe he would get it

He got in
She wasn't perfect
Her story was
He found the flaws
It would make headlines
And bring him the millions
Mama was a whore
Papa made her one
She needed his solitude
But betrayal was all he offered
To her broken soul

On a night they met
He knew it would be their last as friends
A last night it was
Friends would always have an end
That was his theory

The papers were out
But his story wasn't the only one on it
A note for him
In his jacket pocket
Her neat handwriting
Graced the paper
Her suicide note
In his hands it laid

She knew about his plans
He was the last one
And the first one
She had opened up to
Inhuman human
Was what she called him

He had his millions
But somehow in his selfish heart
He knew he did wrong
He wasn't satisfied
He wished he thought about her
He wished things were better
She was his true friend
But he wasn't to her
Inhuman human

Now all he could do
was drop the fresh Flowers
At her grave side



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