What am I?

Am I a person,

with or without feelings,

or am just a creature,

who’s only thought is to feast on others blood?

What is it that I feel,

when I see it?

Is it thirst?

Anger?

Or is it even love?

What is it?

I need to know.

Why do people hate us?

We do nothing wrong.

We’re like the animals in the nature, hunting for food.

Just like them,

except,

they get it all done and ready from supermarkets.

And they get to say no if someone is about to eat them.

I see so much pain,

lust and hatred.

But why can’t I feel it?

What is wrong with me?

I keep telling myself that I have feelings,

and yet I never cry or laugh when something happens.

What is wrong with me?

We have no family, but still we do.

The ones who create us, is our family.

We have to show them our respect until we’re ready to start our own family.

But the worst part is, I will never be a mother.

Never.

I want to feel love.

I need it, to survive this hell.

Imagine, having to walk on earth, forever.

All alone.

That is my life.

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May 2010