Doing something like this

Not to make myself feel alive

Not to assure that I am real

I do not have such childish thoughts

It reminds me that somehow

I will have my rest

I do not have the luxury of time

There's no such thing

The flowing red

Reminding me of who I am

And who I want to be

Reminding me

That I am the same as them,

A human, yet I am different

Flowing through my veins

Is something unique.

Ah, I fool myself again

I am the same as them,

Making up excuses

Such blatant denials

Denials that are not lies

Nor are they the truth

Just something in between

Something that cannot simply

Be said or understood.