Are you?

Are you upset? You're sad quite often.

Maybe you're irrational? Then again, who decides that?

Is it a matter of proportion? A set volume of feeling?

A cup of anger when a tablespoon is enough

Three gallons of tears when you only needed three quarts

Oven baked for 4 years when it should've been 3 hours

A recipe for resentment topped with a hint of neglect

But you excuse the behavior and push it downwards

You label the leftovers 'a misunderstanding'

Knowing they never bothered with your emotional cookbook

Sometimes there's no nuance

Sometimes it's just ill will

The other hand shows itself, however

When you refuse to share in the first place

Closing the pages to others

Expecting to them to read a hidden novel

Wanting them to craft a secret figure

The proportions of your sculpted habits

Never defined outside of the workshop

You hurl others in through the window

and without a word of instruction

You await a perfect piece of art

A replica of your ideals with no sliver of flaw

A homemade delicacy on the first attempt

As if your mind is hand crafted to be legible

Are you just like us? Of course you are

Are you upset? That's more than okay

Are you irrational? What are your boundaries of reason?

Is it a matter of proportion? Then ask yourself

If you believe your proportions are valid to follow

You think you can hide your truest reality

Yet it's so clear all of us can see

Because we know what you are

You are human, just like us