Thoughts Of A Homo Sapien Poem by Regan Meade

Its times like these that I wish I was someone else.
Someone who could be themselves and just scream at the top of their lungs:
“I AM ALIVE! ”
I wish that I could be the brave person everyone seems to think I am.

Its times like these that I wish I could hide my face.
Hide myself from the ever scrutinizing world that judges you on the cover alone:
“I am not what I seem on the outside! ”
I wish that I could hide my face in embarrassment.

Its times like these that I wish I could scream.
Scream at those who take life for granted and play it like a game:
“I am not some toy that you can just throw away! ”
I wish that I could scream at their stupidity.

Its times like these that I wish I had true love.
Love that is so pure and true that any who see it will know that I am happy:
“I am in love with the perfect person. He holds my heart.”
I wish that I could have that pure unadulterated love.

Its times like these that I wish I would die.
Die an honorable death that would make the ancestors proud:
“I am going to die; whether it is by my enemies hand or by my friend’s.”
I wish that I would have that honorable death.

Its times like these that I am happy to be a human.