#ir bluish gray and its alli could find to rhyme with day

[soruset]

human, perhaps

10 minute song/poem thing that got a bit sad

human hands were made to hold

touch, caress, warm one from the cold

my hands were made to lift

carry people to the skies, between me and them forms a rift

human minds were made to think

feel emotion, too, people do cry at the sink

my mind was made too to think

but of others instead, care for them and let my own feelings shrink

human hearts were made to beat,

keep themselves alive, stay on their feet

my heart was made to still,

emotions stunted for someone else’s will

why is it, i wonder, i was created this way?

only to help, to be a blank face in someone else’s day-to-day?

perhaps i am a blank book, pages filled

with stories of others, my own unfulfilled

perhaps i am a pillar, lifting others up

support their dreams, forget my own empty cup

perhaps i’m just a tool, something to use

ready and waiting, to be used and abused

perhaps i’m a blanket on a cold winter day

keeping others warm, as my lips turn a shade of blue-grey

perhaps god forgot to finish my character,

drew a blank, an unqualified competitor

a blank he drew, a blank i stay

still that blank face in your day-to-day.