A Common Species

We think.

We think we have it all.

Our own fragile


shields of armor

can protect us from nature’s biggest storms.



We reject.

We reject the helping hands

and gestures screaming “I care.”

The rhythmic stomping of our feet

shatters the hearts of gold underneath them.

We’ve convinced ourselves that

only our own hearts

can keep themselves in tact.


We hide.

We hide from the people around us

so no one sees a tear.

Pushing them away

as if they caused the droplets

to spill out of our eyes.

As they come near us

the water boils.

And so does our blood.


We think

that no one has a clue.

We reject

the thought that

someone can actually help.

We hide ourselves

from the truth.