FEELINGS WRITTEN, NOT SPOKEN

Just the same Homo sapiens

Staring at the living organism before me
At the mirror that revealed he
Who had been suffering from all those hatred and mockery
At the corner of the room crying silently

A scarred man with his broken soul
Torn heart left wrecked by a ghoul
Tears building up at the corner of his eyes
In those crystal like sparkling pair, lies the pain that hides

I look at him again
In those eyes that were struggling to fight
With all those agony thrown at him
At the scarred man and his wingless flight

For his wings are broken
As he continue to walk on his path
His world is shaken
In searching and looking for the aftermath

But then the man laughed with a gloom
As i hear my laughter echoed the room
And then i realized that the man was me
Scrutinized and criticized evilly

I am still a human
a breathing Homo sapiens
same as those who mock me
but why do they have o treat me indifferently?

Is it because i am not as good as they are?
Not as talented, nor a genius?
Not an outstanding living organism?
Because i am plain and boring and don't pass their standard?

How ironic could it be?
They mock someone as if they themselves were crafted perfectly
Why do it works this way?
When i am just of the same species

We are just the same Homo sapiens sharing the same biodiversity
But why do they have to look at me differently?
Why do they have to crush even the very hope in me?
Why? Of all people why do it has to be me

To suffer this excruciating pain
To be flooded by the pouring rain
Is there still a rainbow after shower from heavens?
Or will i continue to fly without wings?

Is there still a light at my path?
An anchor to my sail?

If there is, then better hurry and save me
Save my heart from this hellish pain they gave me
Save me when i could still pick up those broken pieces
Before i throw them all to the dungeon of trashes