“It’s not Human”
How I forced myself to mold around you
Yet I’ll do it again.
I’ll mold myself around you, your interests, and
I’ll pluck away at myself to better fit you
“It’s not Human.”
Things you enjoy found their way into my life
Like sticks that appear in a nest, and
Yet I’ll do it again.
I’ll pluck what I believe are my ugly feathers
Too match your beautiful ones
“It’s not Human.”
I know I shouldn’t because I’ll lose myself
I’ll follow your V-formation, even if I stray away from my own
Yet I’ll do it again.
I pluck away at myself until I’m over you
Then the process restarts like the four seasons.
“It’s not Human”
Yet I’ll do it again.
Rebekah Kleinert is a senior at Williamsburg High School. She is a nineteen-year-old who discovered her love for writing and reading as she was inspired by her English teacher her freshman year. Her teacher is her supporter in writing.
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