One of those untitled ones
It's times like these when I wish
I weren't human.
Times like these that make me
want to end it all, but at the same time
pray it never stops.
It's times like these when
I can't bear to meet your eyes.
Shamed, but I shouldn't be.
At least, that's what you tell me.
Only social animals feel shame. Remorse.
Guilt.
But I'm not an animal,
I'm human--
The worst kind.
(P.S. Battlestar Galactica Season Two finale? My. Brain. Exploded.)
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For a title, "Remorse" could work.
Way to kill my first comment, blogger.
Wanted you to know you are my first teenage writer featured at www.MaydenChronicles.com (offical launch is January 1, but you're up, and so is the video trailer). Good work! Robin
Yummy. Good writing. I can kind of sympathize, but not quite empathize, you know?
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