FIRSTLY!
A/N I want to try something a little different. A little less rhyme, and a little more psychology.
Let me know what you think...
Enjoy!

You are something
A small speck with purpose
You are what we call a human.
Something made of emotions and thoughts.
And everything positive and negative.
You fix and you destroy.
You shrink and you implode.
But you get hurt.
Pain, pain, and even more pain.
Has anyone ever told you that you're ugly?
You're disgusting?
You're an attention whore?
You're a loser?
You're a weirdo?
But...
Has someone ever called you a human?
The imperfect creature of now?
Times worse enemy and best friend?
You're a human.
You're made of implications and imperfections.
But you are human.
And that's one of the single most beautiful specks the universe has to offer.
You can win the plaque.
You can get the tornado boy.
You can be a sinister snake.
And you can be stabbed by flower girls words and lies all the same.
The music can rock your world.
And this house made of concrete can hold you hostage but give you the warmth of a thousand suns.
But you are one thing and one thing only...
You're a human.
And that's amazing.