What Makes Me A Human? Poem by Samael Wolf

He looks like a human, but hes not supposed to shed real tears.
He breathes the air like any creature.
He drinks from the fetid pools like anyone else, ,
What makes him human?
He cries alone in the night, fearing his own humanity,
He feels like anyone, knows the discomfort of being alone.
Yet he shys away from the beings he is kin to,
Because he knows all too well the pain they bring....
He is like an animal that has been abused one too many times (as if once is too much) .
He fears nothing but himself, yet avoids his own, for they may seem comforting on the surface, but they twist his soul like a pretzel, never to return to its original shape.
He looks like a human and sheds real tears,