Author: Holly


I donít feel human.

I feel like a vase,
Shattered on the floor.
I feel like a broken toy,
Played with no more.

I feel like a stone,
So cold and static.
I feel like an old photograph,
Forgotten in the attic.

I feel like a table lamp,
Thatís bulbís burnt out.
I feel like a book thatís never been read,
No one knows what itís about.

I feel like wallpaper,
Always purely superficial.
I feel like a replacement limb,
Not real, just artificial.

I feel like a kitchen knife,
Only used to inflict pain.
I feel like rubbish, left outside,
Washed clean by the rain.

I wish I wasnít human,
So I didnít have to feel.

------- Author's Notes -------

I do realise that by not being human, you could still be an animal. But I didn't want this to have the premise of "not being alive" as that would make it sound like it's about death, which it isn't. I hope that makes sense. :)


Comments on this poem/writing:

Angel in Tears ( -- Monday, June 6 2005, 07:47 pm


Really great poem!Love it!
Mike ( -- Friday, June 10 2005, 05:02 pm


I can see the emotion you put into each comparison. Loved it.
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