Humans: we are weak.

Like a paper plane

Like a house of cards

Like,

Dominoes have no arms so they have no instinct

To reach out as they fall

Or do they?

Like a jenga game

Humans

We build a structure

That will never hold

Its foundation only as strong

As what moves it this way and that

A force to be reckoned with

We hold on for dear life

For strength

For the sake of proving

That we are not fragile

Like the package outside the closed door

That’s been there too long

Humans: not invincible,

We crack like the cup in your hand

That you’ve been washing too hard

Because you don’t want to cry

Because it hurts

Because you are fragile

And you are weak

Because you are human.