The Price of Humanity

by hurting me, you’re hurting you

that’s the nature of the beast -

it only growls in pain and angst

but loudly, for attention

to heal the misery within,

to calm the hunger, gnawing

to feast upon a wounded soul,

made by your own reflection.

a taste of reality bites sharp,

fear bleeds the stink of truth.

I twist, you grasp, intent to purge

for quick relief of pain.

I’m tangled in your scratching claws,

desperate for my freedom, slashing deep,

the blood-letting hurts both ways,

your insatiable anger is misplaced.

why do you insist on hurting us?

we are both human, only human.