what makes me human.

I fill my lungs with air hundreds of times every day,
          without even really having to work to do so.
The heart in my body is
           weak,
           tired,
           and exhausted from beating all day
           and falling in love with to many people
           and so many things.
My mom makes me talk about things that I don't want to talk about,
           but I do any way because she likes hearing about my day.
Emotions and feeling are constantly controlling my mood.
            Sadness,
            fear,
            happiness,
            and excitement.
Blood runs through my veins and reminds me of things that bring tears to my eyes.
             Why her?
             What was so bad about earth that you decided to leave?
             How come I can't want more simple things in life?
My heart has a beat that is unlike any other
               and is the beat that I walk to everyday of my life.
Memories roll down my checks as I remember the nights that I wish I could go back to.
               New Years Eve in 9th grade.
               Insidious 3 at 11:30 p.m.
               Remember the Titans, and a friend falling down the stairs.
               A new baby being brought into this world.
               And family being reunited.
My lungs fill with air,
     my heart is a workaholic,
          mothers can being annoying but also the most understanding,
               emotions over power everything,
                    blood has to run to power everything else and,
                         good memories are better than no memories.
While I might not really like it, this is what makes me human.