The Other Person

Somedays I think that I’m not fit to be anything but human
Then I remember that, that is exactly what I am. “Human”

Weak,
Prone to mistakes.

Impossible at everything, a perfect flaw.

I remind myself that I’m scarred and broken at multiple places than my heart.
I remind myself that I’m at the bottom of the food chain, although i stand above.

I remind myself that my heart beats and bleeds

I’m Human in every which way.
I fall and I stand

I live and I die
I am only fit to be a human, and I suck at it too