Human

When people find out

you might not be what they thought,

or that you fuck up,

or that you can do things

that hurt people,

it's a kind of revelation.

But as the good ones keep telling you,

We're all human.

You get up in the mornings.

You shower.

You go to work.

You plunge your hands into the soil

and lift your face to the sun

and when the golden autumn glow

hits you like the sweet bite of a crisp apple,

you feel guilt for feeling that joy.

Maybe all the things you're hearing are true.

Sometimes you set things on fire,

sometimes you act first/think later,

sometimes you do what feels good

even if it means being bad. 

But you're still you,

you're there under the layers. 

You listen to the radio: 

"It's me, hi, I'm the problem it's me..."

The symbolism is not lost on you. 

You get up in the mornings.

Check your phone for more reactions.

You shower.

You do that thing they do in films 

where they look at their reflection in the mirror

to understand themselves.

It gives you nothing new, no clues, no fix.

You go to work.

Scan the faces you pass in the street for

ones who won't want to look at you. 

We're all human, the good ones say some more.

The autumn sun hits gold still,

you carry on.